Damn, that's a lot of balls.

Another sausage party tonight. Kenny and Harv will be coming from Long Island to pick me up from the apartment in Queens. LJ and MartyParty will be meeting us up from Jersey. Vince will be waiting for Mike to get out of work and will catch up with EOD wherever the wind takes us. Lats is possibly going to meet up at IceBar and Jesse is hopefully driving up with Petey from Philly after the FIND run-through.

Anyone craving franks and beans yet? Geez.

I've already started my weekend off right...Vince came over to the apartment so we could go over the details for next Saturday's photoshoot on the rooftop. Got him to scout out the entire area and made some decisions on where and when to place the subjects. After mulling around my hood and showing him the ghettoness that is Elmhurst, (the 'Hurst, son!) we met up with a friend of his for lunch. Turns out, his friend is a former import car model and she brought along one of her model friends. It also turns out to be the day that I'm half steppin' my shit and looking like a hot mess on a Saturday.

We went out to Astoria to pick the girls up and then headed over to a Colombian restaurant. I had a number one...which included; half a roasted chicken, flank steak, deep fried pork fat, platanos, chicken filet and a side of rice and beans. I had a salad to offset the pending heart attack. Best thing about lunch was that these girls can eat. I love a girl that can eat. Maybe that's how they keep up those sweet asses. Did I just say that?

Note to self: Make VD call them girls out next time we wild out.

*I'm really a nice guy...just more of the badass that came about this summer. Hmm, I smell a new tattoo around the corner...