Memory Loss Sets In

I'm sure this has nothing to do with the unhealthy quantities of alcohol I consumed this weekend (mostly with my father; yes, while Bill Clinton was having his arteries roto-rootered, I was enjoining my father--who happens to be 6 years Clinton's senior--to hoist pint after pint on Sunday afternoon. Hey, I started a parenthetical note back a ways, didn't I?), but does anyone remember what I promised to do tomorrow night? I believe I have agreed to attend something? Crap.

Moving on, there are other actionable items bubbling up this week. On Thursday, it's a pre-emptory party for Sweet Action Number 3. There's no cover and apparently if you bring in a photo of a naked boy you will be entered into some raffle. (I have extras if anyone needs them.) It's at Pianos, around 10 pm, she noted without judgement.

Also, on Friday, powerHouse books is celebrating the release of Too Fast For Love, and there's an afterparty at, uh, Lotus, sponsored by Ben Sherman. (Yeah, I don't get that either.) Here's the invite, kids. Go crazy.