Definitely not Poops McGee

June has been sweet so far. I've been back in the New York groove and loving every minute of it. It's been pretty non-stop which is how I like to do things here so I'm a bit cashed out right now. My friend Holmes took me to Pearl Jam at the Continental Airlines Arena the other night and it was fantastic. I was singing along to almost every word. "Glorified G" anyone? I'm hardcore, fool. Eddie V and crew sounded awesome and he easily polished off two bottles of red wine before trying to make some sweet rock star jumping moves that did not end so smoothly (read: he went down like a ton of bricks) and it looked like he might be sore the next day. Who cares the show was awesome.


This weekend revolved around my friend Greg Katz's 30th birthday. It was great. Steak dinners. Late nights with lots of hooch. Tons of old friends getting lit up. Pop burgers. Oh, and did I mention that the Mavericks are in the frickin' FINALS? In-cred-ible. One cool thing about Dallas I guess. When they showed old photos of Mark Aguirre, Ro Blackman, Sam Perkins and Roy Tarpley at the end of the game this here blogger got the chills. Everything is coming up Mavs, get ready to celebrate with me.

Take that you Phoenix sons of bitches!


Sunday was one big trek to DUMBO for a block party which was fun filled with lots of cute kids. We got to hang with Mya (awesomest dog ever).

Here she is wanting some of Dana's bagel stick:


King of France playing for a newly married couple down in DUMBO


If you want a haircut on St. Marks St. could I suggest the #25? I hear its coming back.


Here is our favorite Cougar practising her young boy seduction technique. Don't be afraid to use your nails, girl.