The big dog Tom Bull finally arrived home after a two month European hiatus, and I’m not too proud to say that it was the most exciting thing that’s happened in ages. It meant a degree of normalcy was reestablished at my apartment (if normalcy includes nobody ever wearing a shirt, permatanning and trash-talk over games of FIFA). It was a week of money poorly spent – $12 on the worst haircut of my life, $28 on two tickets to Total Recall and $22 on a garlic-heavy Brazilian lunch that left three overgrown men-children burping and farting like 14 year old boys on school camp. But the main event was a Casio G-Shock party on Thursday night featuring an hour-long performance by Eminem (shout out to Harley at G-Shock New Zealand for hooking it up). Tom charmed us into the VIP box, and we spent the evening partying with the Japanese owners of G-Shock, watching everyone’s second favourite white boy rap like a champ. He played a full set of classics and delighted everyone in the audience – including our middle-aged Japanese friends, who knew all the words, despite their advanced years: “Won’t the lear Srim Shady prease stand up!? Prease stand up!? Prease stand up!” And this afternoon, Ashika and I are flying to Los Angeles for a week of meetings, castings and hopefully a day or two of Disneyland. Pro tip: We discovered on Friday that if you book a flight at notice from New York to LA, you can save yourselves up to $400 per ticket if you land at Orange County Airport. Who knew!? Happy Sunday, everybody!
|Time Square after Total Recall.|
|Bluralism at Eminem.|
|The sky above Williamsburg, moments before Ashika and I got caught in the craziest thunderstorm of all time.|
|Eminem on stage.|
|Kiwis and a Kanuck at Eminem.|
|Me, terrified in the hot seat.|
|Me and Ashika on the roof.|
|Sunset above Williamsburg.|
|Life with male models.|
|The view from my roof.|
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