Oh boy was my saturday night glamorous. Woo. First Ben made me go to the V magazine party for Karl Lagerfeld. When Karl came parading in he had the sickest entourage, like a photographer and a filmer and a cavalcade of models and fawners trailing him. The crowd parted for him like he was a fuckin king. All I kept thinking is, this is the man who made a perfume for H&M and decided that a good name for it would be "Liquid Karl." Ah ha hah ha! LIQUID KARL! Who okayed that??? Oh man, life is a jolly joker.

This picture perfectly captures what the party was like. Except imagine electroclash circa 2000 being DJed by a weird old dude. Ben said it was like being in Paris. I thought it was like the kind of party they'd have on Sex and the City that's supposed to be "soooo New York."

The best thing about the party was the free Ciroc vodka that they'd give you in cup with a fake ice-cube that lights up. I'm a sucker for cute gimmicks like that. (I took one home with me.)

Mirabelle and Leo came in and saw how packed it was and just turned around and left. Briefest party appearance ever.

Congratulations to Chris on being the new editor of V!

Crew: Maryam, Patrick, Ben, and there's Chris and Scott in the corner there too.

Stacks of free mags with beer spilled all over them. That sucks cuz those things are expensive.

Okay, here's where things get crazy. I don't wanna be a name-dropping douchebag so let's just say that me, Ben and Maryam went to a pretty celebrity-laden holiday party. I mean, okay, living in NY you get kinda immune to celeb sightings. For instance: one time I was standing on a street in Chelsea and this cute dog came over and started sniffing me. I was like, hello cute dog, and suddenly the dog starts peeing on my foot. The owner was like, oh my god I'm so sorry, and I looked up and it was Ethan Hawke. So yeah, it's funny that Ethan Hawke's dog peed on me, but it's no big deal. So my point is, I'm not gonna list who was at this party cuz that's gross. But! There is one big exception (well, two): LUKE AND OWEN FUCKIN WILSON. Oh my god, I had about five orgasms when I saw them. I stood next to Owen for a few minutes and I was practically panting. I have never been that starstruck before. I feel like a loser for the extreme fan-out, but I can't help it! They are both my total favorites!

I was dyyyyying to get a picture of me with a Wilson on each arm, but it wasn't that kind of a scene. There was no "paparazzi" there and it would have been supremely uncool to ask for a picture. But I had to take a picture of something! So I went to the bathroom and took a picture of myself in the mirror. Ha ha ha! What a dork. (P.S. The theme of the party was blue, like you were supposed to wear something blue. Thus the blue shirt and tie.)

After the party died down, we went over to Lit to hang out with boring non-Wilsons. Just kidding, awesome dudes! I love this picture of Jesse and Gavin "getting down" and "funking shit up." Heh heh, you know recently I was going through my old magazine writing clips and I saw that in 1999 I actually used the phrase "funk shit up" in a piece I wrote about Prince. What the fuck was I thinking??? And why the fuck did this certain unnamed magazine let me publish that??? How humiliating!

This jag-off was walking up to people playing the fucking harmonica. The night was coming to a very sad end.

And Patrick got the first half of his "there is a light that never goes out" tattoo so that's material too.

Emily was wearing the best shirt though. Jealousville, population: me.

The next night I went to see Ted Leo & the Pharmacists play at Bowery Ballroom. Fucking killer show. I've never seen a dude sweat so much in my life. But he's quite the showman and looked cute doing high kicks with sweat flying everywhere. And so, today's mp3 of the day is: "Timorous Me" by Ted Leo & the Pharmacists (from The Tyranny of Distance) I love this song a lot. Ted Leo has such a cool voice and he writes songs with lots of big words. You should also download my other faves, "Biomusicology"  and "Where Have All The Rude Boys Gone?" He's kind of an acquired taste I think, so give it a chance. People always compare him to Joe Jackson or The Jam, but whatevs. I read a review of this album on Pitchfork where the dude was all, this album rules except for "Timorous Me" which sounds like a sucky cheesy John Cougar Mellencamp song. But it's my favorite! Fuck Pitchfork! I can kinda see the comparison but so what? ("Jack & Diane" is a good song!) Besides, it sounds more like "The Boys Are Back In Town" to me (which incidentally, is one of the best songs ever). Plus it has sweet storytelling lyrics and when the handclaps kick in towards the end it makes me so happy. He played this at the show and ooooh, it was so good. There were all these rabid fans singing along to every word. They all looked so young.

Me and Johnny sittin' in the green grass...