But in the good way.
She has been celebrating her Birthday Week of Debauchery (now known as BWOD) all week, and we were invited to her place Saturday night. You may recall that one late night, in a stupor, she registered the domain GoddessOfDrink.com, which she used as the "location" name on the Evite. One couple was very late to the party, and apologized profusely. The date twisted the driver's arm until he confessed the true reason for why they were late: they spent 45 minutes driving up and down a stretch of the Mission looking for a bar called Goddess of Drink because he didn't read the Evite carefully and didn't clue in that it was at her apartment.
Good thing we never invited them to Club Jackson.
All of the embarrassing photos are up on flickr. But here are my choice few to amuse you over lunch today:
Coco lives deep in the Mission. This is the door of the apartment facing hers:
I just found it disturbing that Microsoft Windows and Jesus get equal props.
Coco also orders in these amazing tamales for her parties. I loved the way she labeled the different sets:
The ones with the photo of Terri Schiavo were vegetarian.
And Paul Day loves chicken.
Or is that just in the bars?
As usual, there was lots of drinking, dancing, and inappropriate touching. All good things for a party.
Of course, some boys had been drinking since noon and went down before the rest of us:
and that just went downhill from there
Until they got a second wind.
Embrace the cliché.
These are my favorite pics, just for their subtle drama:
I'm not sure if Shilpa is drawing attention to Paul Day's groove thing or some other drama in the room. (There was plenty.)
Regardless, Paul Day clearly gives her a what what:
MmmmKay?
Okay, looking at those pics again, I think Shilpa was trying to draw my attention to, and Paul Day was reacting to, the crack ho with his shirt open.
Every party needs one.
(Except of course, you know, mine.)
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