it was july 4th yesterday!! ok, you knew that. but in america, it’s apparently a really important day to have barbecues and look at fireworks. ummm. right.
last year, i spent my american independance day at patricia field’s annual barbecue. i was still considerably new at work, but it was quite the beginning of a love affair because i’d fallen in love with all these amazing people from the house of field. i stopped work in december 2008 because of school, after spending about 7 months working in the store (mostly in the office), but i had kept in contact with all my friends there. so when sushi emailed me that he was celebrating his birthday early this year, at pat’s barbecue, there was nowhere else in new york i’d rather be. (ps: i adooore sushi. and his birthday last year was pretty darn fun too!)
the night before, i took a look at my kidrobot plush smorkin’ labbit that was sitting happy on my couch smoking his cig. and instead of a rabbit, suddenly i saw a bag. so i did it. i killed mr labbit!
labbit became a not-so-little shoulder bag, and came with me the next day to the barbecue at pat’s. the party started at 5pm, and when i arrived at 6:30, it was packed!!! whoah! i was not expecting so many people, because it was way more chill and relaxed last year.
everyone gathered downstairs to sing sushi a birthday song. awwwww!! everyone loves sushi.
labbit’s a-hole was an unexpected big-hit at the party. i shoulda guessed. all these new york queens!! sushi said labbit was like dennis. a white rabbit with a cig in his mouth and a pink a-hole. dennis was insulted. he said his was deeper. i died (again) laughing. poor labbit got fingered by many gays. happy 4th of july!
as the party dwindled down and got more personable and friendly, fay came and said hi to everyone. she’s an ex-classmate of mine from parsons. you might remember her modeling my forest nymph jacket before. she used to work at pat field too, so she knew most of the people there. she said she had a few other parties to go to, so we left pat’s and hopped over to this apparent party at the penthouse of thompson hotel at allen street. unfortunately, the view was amazing but the party was pathetic and filled with drunk teens so we left. fay’s friend, barry, met us at the hotel and we cabbed to brooklyn!
we stayed at this party in williamsburg for a while and danced under the stars. at the end of the night however, we decided we wanted hotdogs and icecream, so back to the city we went!
and so the night ended with our ice creams. mr labbit endured several sodomies but stayed nice and white. i was happy, and people liked my sparkly zebra sequined harem pants. (get your own! i will love you forever!)
note to self: the next time you wanna go out to a party with colourful people like at pat’s, wear more make up so you won’t look so washed out in comparison. AND, the next time you wanna go out with an ex-model/fabulous designer who you know is gonna wear platform wedges, put your heels on too!
and then i want to point out to everyone, that i was the first person i know in new york to start wearing sailor caps. i started wearing it way long ago and my sailor cap made it’s first pictorial debut at sushi’s birthday last year. but it’s been worn to go to the supermarket, to go to school, everywhere. then all of a sudden, last night, we saw like 10 people all in american apparel but wearing sailor caps. wtf. dress up a little more if you wanna rock the captain’s hat will you!?!? and stop wearing generic sailor caps bought from your local costume shop! the only people fit for the captain now, are hugh hefner, and artie (who’s always a sailor).
(and me). full stop.
i took a look at the smorkin’ labbit’s tag, and hey! i wasn’t kidding that i thought he was a thug, gay rabbit! look at the user instructions! USER instructions! and, it’s only for ages 15 up! hahahha! repeat until relief is felt! that is sooooo hilarious!