two-twenty

virtual infamy

Whew, quite a weekend. Let us begin with the obvs: on Saturday night Lockhart Steele and friends threw down on the LES for a second thirtieth birthday party (the first one, apparently, was in Vegas and was only for the kewl kids). There were a veritable smorgasbord of web-based personalities in attendance, including Gothamist, Whatevs, Lindsayism, JVG and the ex-Miz Gawker, Elizabeth Spy(as in the magazine)-ers (now located here, and here). All were quite wonderful, although we only saw the lovely Lindsay at a distance and did not get a chance to speak to her before she spirited herself away to other environs. There is still hope, however, as plans exist to try and catch The Information at Sin-e tomorrow, and Lindsay will surely be there protecting her boyfriend from hordes of slavering hipster chicks. Two-twenty is extraordinarily embarrassed to admit that we (I) were (was) rendered speechless by the arm-warmered fabulousness of the aforementioned Miss Spiers. Turns out two-twenty is better read than spoken with.

One can only assume that this will be a much blogged-about event, once everyone recovers sufficiently to type. Two-twenty is only too happy to add to the insanity, and by the way is only able to type because we (I) are (am) still drunk. Happy birthday, Lockhart – now is probably a good time to get started on the Book of Ages: 31.

p.s. special thanks to felony for being two-twenty's honorary date for the evening. hey, wait, her boyfriend is in a band too. those musicians get like acres and acres, huh?