Wednesday... Checking the tips box...

Email from NY Press editor Jeff Koyen...

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Anyone who calls me a "nasty little cunt" and offers me liquor is likely to find me at their party anyway, so of course I went.

I went in, found Jeff, and we got into a big fist fight. Blood was everywhere! People were screaming!

I won, of course.

(Alright, that didn't really happen, but this was going to be a really boring post otherwise. )

But I did go.

Two things:

1. I promised:
A CORRECTION: Jeff Koyen does not, in fact, fuck hookers.

2. He promises that this week was the last bizarre personal editor's letter, so I'll just have to find something else to mock. (Nyah.)

My friend pointed out that they were playing Justin Timberlake when she walked in, but it otherwise, it was a good party. Nothing else to report.