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So the lighting's giving us shit, and I have three press interviews I have to do today, so while I hurry up and wait I thought I'd share some stuff I found online from last night's round of clubbing, plus a few pictures of my own.
I found these (or rather Zee did and showed me) on Napkin Nights. We put May with the folks, gathered up some of the folks from our respective jobs (for Zee, that was Control Freak, for me that was Channing and some of the cast 'n crew from The Rapture), and went clubbing.

The camera loves my girl. Dig the patch on my jacket? It's my new logo, I designed it a while back. That's 'A' for 'Avatar.' I guess it's kinda turning into a stage name...Zee did the patch itself. She's training me in the art of shameless self-promotion.

Me and Channing. She had to make an appearance at Le Reve last night, so she met us at the club after.

Me and Sal later that night. Had to change my fucking clothes when he teamed up with Sizz and nailed me with a watermelon margarita. Seriously: don't ask. But don't worry...I talked to Ryder. He's taking care of the renegade little shit for me.

I'm not in this one, but they were around for the fun. That's Stephanie Leighton on the right, she's one of Channing's dancers and choreographers. That's her man, Kyle Howard...he's an ER doctor. Party turned into a celebration when he announced that he just landed a position as chief resident. His twin brother, Claude, just went back to school, too, so we drank a toast to both of 'em.

Dunno how this landed on the site, but it did and I'm posting it. We went bowling when the clubs got to be enough. Found one of those joints that does the blacklights and crap. Effie dons her bowling shoes.
Finally, here's a couple of mine. Be warned: most of 'em are Zee. What can I say, I'm a sucker.

This is from opening night of The Rapture. Channing brought Sal, the band, and her folks up, so I showed off my girl, my folks, and my kid. I have pics of those somewhere, I'll track 'em down.

This one's from a press conference Zee was at for the band. They announced her return as their manager and released a date for their album to come out. Everyone's excited. That dude was from the label, really cool guy. He thinks Sal's friggin' hilarious...match made in fucking heaven.

This was the second night the show ran. My Aunt Zephyr came out, so we did it up like it was opening night all over again. Brought out a cake after the show, made her get onstage, whole nine yards. The president of the Luxor, Felix Rappaport, was in the audience, too, so we hauled him up and he got along real well with Aunt Zeph. Boney, obviously, took the picture. It was one hell of a night.
It was also something that I knew was gonna happen.

I painted this months ago, maybe three weeks before the cops wanted DNA from May to confirm the identity of the body they picked up at the Luxor. When I was moving canvases the other day, I saw it and I nearly shit. I mean...thus far, I ain't actually seen my work come true. It's...more than a little scary.
And I'm officially getting the wave from Chan. Gotta bolt, folks. Look for me on the morning news or something.
I found these (or rather Zee did and showed me) on Napkin Nights. We put May with the folks, gathered up some of the folks from our respective jobs (for Zee, that was Control Freak, for me that was Channing and some of the cast 'n crew from The Rapture), and went clubbing.
The camera loves my girl. Dig the patch on my jacket? It's my new logo, I designed it a while back. That's 'A' for 'Avatar.' I guess it's kinda turning into a stage name...Zee did the patch itself. She's training me in the art of shameless self-promotion.
Me and Channing. She had to make an appearance at Le Reve last night, so she met us at the club after.
Me and Sal later that night. Had to change my fucking clothes when he teamed up with Sizz and nailed me with a watermelon margarita. Seriously: don't ask. But don't worry...I talked to Ryder. He's taking care of the renegade little shit for me.
I'm not in this one, but they were around for the fun. That's Stephanie Leighton on the right, she's one of Channing's dancers and choreographers. That's her man, Kyle Howard...he's an ER doctor. Party turned into a celebration when he announced that he just landed a position as chief resident. His twin brother, Claude, just went back to school, too, so we drank a toast to both of 'em.
Dunno how this landed on the site, but it did and I'm posting it. We went bowling when the clubs got to be enough. Found one of those joints that does the blacklights and crap. Effie dons her bowling shoes.
Finally, here's a couple of mine. Be warned: most of 'em are Zee. What can I say, I'm a sucker.
This is from opening night of The Rapture. Channing brought Sal, the band, and her folks up, so I showed off my girl, my folks, and my kid. I have pics of those somewhere, I'll track 'em down.
This one's from a press conference Zee was at for the band. They announced her return as their manager and released a date for their album to come out. Everyone's excited. That dude was from the label, really cool guy. He thinks Sal's friggin' hilarious...match made in fucking heaven.
This was the second night the show ran. My Aunt Zephyr came out, so we did it up like it was opening night all over again. Brought out a cake after the show, made her get onstage, whole nine yards. The president of the Luxor, Felix Rappaport, was in the audience, too, so we hauled him up and he got along real well with Aunt Zeph. Boney, obviously, took the picture. It was one hell of a night.
It was also something that I knew was gonna happen.
I painted this months ago, maybe three weeks before the cops wanted DNA from May to confirm the identity of the body they picked up at the Luxor. When I was moving canvases the other day, I saw it and I nearly shit. I mean...thus far, I ain't actually seen my work come true. It's...more than a little scary.
And I'm officially getting the wave from Chan. Gotta bolt, folks. Look for me on the morning news or something.