last night featured the meeting, at long last, of the two R's in my life, ms. rfo and ms. rgo. as i knew it would be, the confluence was a smashing success. multiple courses and cocktails at french roast (yes, including the infamous endive au gratin), mucho gabbing and fun fun. then off to hell with only one R in tow. isn't it funny that anywhere that used to be hip, regardless of how long ago or for how many minutes, ends up gay? but i can say that the dj spun some delacy "that look", one of the top five dance tracks ever recorded, so he gets the thumbs up from me.

but it was freezing cold inside, rather ironic for someplace called hell, right? some carefree brit with patchwork jeans tried to break into our showcase, but we were too smashed to be bothered. and besides, patchwork jeans?

then, off to east villagey goodness, but low-key for the female friendly. quite a night. and to think it all started with a vodka/red bull in a hotel room in times square.