the day after we painted the apartment, we partied it up at artscape--or, as hilary and i have grown to call it, "fartscape." as you can tell, there was no shortage of daytime drinking. when my friend ron asked me how i liked artscape, my reply was, "well, it was fun, what i saw of it. really, though, i just walked through it to get to a party." perfect.

last night we began the process of painting the apartment back to white...it was...crazy:

tattooed 

fry 

rage 

terry: "i get the feeling that this isn't so much a picture of me as it is a picture of the black ladies in showercaps behind me." ding. 

mugshot 

terry poses. 

hilary talks. 

michael lays. 

tree. 

"hilary, what is that? my god, it's human waste!"