And I'm not talking about the towels. (Though don't you love how she takes the opportunity to critique my towel description?) I'm talking abt the "K!" If you are a parent, you know that when one half of the team sits in a hammock for even six seconds it is time to call the authorities and sue for child abandonment. And my beautiful wife just said "K!" Is she a hero, or what? But, for your information, these towels are so freaking white. I've never seen more white-ass towels than these. Look:
And! Does she forget I am a Bad Ass? Do I seem like someone you'd wanna pick a fight about towels with? Answer: no. Please--somebody, tell my wife what a Bad Ass I am. Tell her to look the fuck out.
This party is all about my falling in love with the North Fork of Long Island. My kind of party: Perfect day. Unfathomable quantities of Appropriately Chilled Veuve Clicquot. Plenty of five-year-olds to entertain my son. Queer tenth wedding anniversary. Private beach. A Hammock Of My Own. And the best part of all, which I can't show you: 70s disco funk-->Madonna-->dance-->hip-hop-->wonderful I don't know what because have had too much champagne.
Also! I have completed a photo essay, which is the perfect introvert/exhibitionist activity at a large party. (Introvert/exhibitionists represent!)
Silly. (1/2 silly, to be precise.)
Emo. (Both halves.)
Arghh! No light! Wir sind vampires!
Obvs, Ari is a way, way better actor than I am. And no, I do not know why I slipped into German there for a sec. Just seemed to fit.
Also: my first live blog. Happy anniversary, dudes.
Thanks for a fantastic day.