Sunday, June 11, 2006


They came, from places all around, for one purpose... to pay tribute to me. This is mere moments before we filled the place up and rocked the bitch until 3 A.M. (sorry, neighbors!)

Above is the Lipbomb unwrapping the phizzat pasta salad she whipped up the night before.

There's more liquor in my house than there is any need to be -- pop-pop is going to get his bag on for the next week and a half on Sapphire martinis. Hold all my calls.