Last night's party was fun. It was a little under-attended and mellower than I would have expected considering it was Turtle's b-day party and he's one of the guys who is universally loved by the team. Literally and figuratively.

Anyway, I spent most of the night staring at the door . . . waiting for MAK who promised to come by . . . sadly, he never showed. Turns out he was blowing me off like the skank he is at home sick with the flu. If you get a chance, drop by his site and wish him well. This is supposed to be a nasty flu season.

The party was fun, as I said. The theme was "white trash." I just wore the same clothes I wear back home (in Texas) and everyone assumed I'd dressed up. Ah, well. In keeping with the theme, the food ran toward the "hot dogs in biscuits," "Wonder Bread" and Pringles variety. Drinks were Schlitz, etc. I brought Bacardi. Not very white trash, but delicious. If I'd wanted to be really authentic, I'd have brought Captain Morgans.

For our viewing pleasure, we had "South Park: Bigger, Longer, Uncut," Jerry Springer's uncensored tape, "Bum Fights" (which is truly disturbing . . . I'm glad those guys got arrested for making it), and of course, cheesy porn.

Truth be told, if we'd all been pretending to be straight, it would have been like any weeknight in my old college dorm. Except I would have gotten laid at the end of the evening. (Side note, why is it that I was getting laid so much more when I was hanging out with straight guys?)

All in all a good party. And I got home before 3 a.m. which was nice.

There is another party tonight. The guy who's throwing it is nice and all, but we're not particularly tight or anything, so I may blow it off. Don't know. I may be going out with Mike tonight to celebrate his new job. Anyway, the party is in Williamsburg and God knows I'm not hip enough to hang with that crowd.