Two for Two

Last night was the second MoneyShots @ Jet and if this pace keeps up i'm gonna have to go to the clinic for 'exhaustion'. There was no wet underwear contest this time, because the weekend was fucking Brutal and we were just too tired. But none the less a good time was had by all. I saw long lost friends, danced the two-for-one tango, and even learned about the birds and the bees (bees are scary).

We Have Ourselves a Winner

Last night was the first HomoChic party, MoneyShot Mondays, and I am in so much fucking pain right now i'm not even sure how i'm able to look at my computer screen. It hurts like i'm being punished for sins against humanity. I'm hungover, but this isn't one of your run of the mill 'gosh that was an awful lot of Jameson last night' hangovers. No, this is what can only be described as an epic hangover. I thought it was going to be a pretty chill night, it being the monday after Bay to Breakers, just a night out with girls. I was wrong in a big way.

I'm not sure how i ended up doing the wet underwear contest.

I guess it might have something to do with the 2-4-1 drinks.

Maybe I was Inspired by the crazy-sexy professional stripper lady.

What ever it was there was Heat in the air.

I need a nap.