To my ex for the corner etagere.
To
To
To Joe,
To
To
Without you, tonight would not have been possible.
Thank you to all those who came. Thanks for the many wonderful gifts, the great times, the great liquors and snacks, the fun conversations, the Sharpton pushing, and the piece of pie humor. Good fucking times.
Will recap the past two weeks later. Sleep is calling me. For having a party and dozens of people over, this place is really fucking clean. Civilized friends, eh? Except that despite having an apartment full of degrees, not one person could figure to jiggle a toilet. Oh well. Good times.
Thank you all. Rock on.