There is no greater love than a writer and his publicistLast night I threw a little happy hour for
King Dork author
Frank Portman at Gawker Media HQ.
Here's the background. No one pissed on a spark plug (an admirable accomplishment given that you had to take an elevator to find the bathroom) so I'd say it was a success. Muchas thankitas to
Trend Central for servicing the youth market and helping to get grown-up kids like us drunk.
Rina and Frank talked about Israel and Hezbollah. They worked it all out.
(She also informed him that his song "Even Hitler had a Girlfriend" was a Zionist camp favorite.)
Fasted and famished
Steven I. Weiss with The New Yorkerphile
Emily Gordon
Alexa,
Sophie, and Random House's Jenny Jackson still don't know who Frank Portman is.
This might sound like a line from a Billy Joel song but Janelle is an architect
DJ and Paul owns a
barcade - they never had time for a wife.
That's Peter Feld, my old boss at Conde Nast, with Kate Lee, Sloane Crosley and Elizabeth Spiers. (Ex-Rocketboomer Amanda Congdon not pictured)
This guy wrote a book about
60 People to Avoid at the Water Cooler. She tours minor league ballparks.
Lindsayism's Lindsay and
Gawker's Jess Coen (Lindsay
hates likes this
unauthorized picture!)
Holy shit, it's Buck and Danek from Baltimore! They own bars and restaurants in a town that costs a quarter.
Deadspin's Will Leitch checks his watch to see if it's time to make a "You're With Me, Leather" reference.
Here's where the strings come in.
I offer my sweaty shoulder to just about anyone.
Andrew Hearst and ladies whose names I wish I knew.
Dave Cirilli of Ken Sunshine Consultants with co-worker. Pretty cool, "for PR people."
Alli Mooney of Details and
Jeff Bercovici of Radar. Two magazines that go great under the leg of a wobbly table.
This might be the evening's money shot. Book-swappers Frank and
Dawn "Thrill of the Chaste" Eden.
Lane, on the left, is in a Devo cover band called
Deva. I went to college with him. The other people are probably his groupies.
Gawker editorial director Lockhart Steele (center) is like the NYC blogosphere's den mother. AJ Daulerio just earned his "that girl is hot as balls" badge.
The King and I
We call her
Funlap. Dianne from the
Intelligence Group peels away her dreams.
Patrice,
The Assimilated Negro, and friend love the smell of scotch and cigars.
Idiots
Former NYPress EIC Jeff Koyen, Aileen Gallagher, and Amy Blair. Go ahead, Google them.
Chris Gage is about to demonstrate what happens when you mix Mentos and cheap vodka.
Books are so emotional.
OK, one last shot of Frank and Dawn. They just wouldn't stop talking about Rod Argent.
Once again, thanks to
TrendCentral and Bucky Turco of
ANIMAL magazine for the fifty-spot! Of course none of this would have been possible without the generosity (or pity) of
Nick Denton and
Lockhart Steele who allowed me to use the Gawker office. I bet it smells real nice there today.
