lulu, cindybro, chucky and julia stiles

nyc: chapter 2 closed out in familiarly wacko fashion with a visit to chuckies new 7 story walk up apt in the heart of chinatown (he should measure his ass and thighs for before and after comparison), dumplings in chinatown (i was the only member of our 4sum w/o fractional chinee heritage), seeing ms. julia stiles in her directing debut in said chinertown, and realizing that our idea of going to an 'underwear (ie sex) party' wasnt so hot. sure, three asian homos heading into bklyn together was appealing in an absurd, voyeuristic and perverted online porn concept way, but once there the tiny place smelled like ass and we left soon after. plus, louie got mad at me. i much preferred the pretty mexican bartender earlier in the eve who thought i was her people. if i had a dollar...