Hey all.  Sorry I didn’t have the time to post these pictures of Kate Moss in her new Agent Provocateur ads for Afternoon Delight but I figured they would still get a rise at Happy Hour.  16 years ago Kate Moss broke through with her Calvin Klein ads with Mark “Don’t call me Marky Mark” Wahlberg (see below) now she’s more infamous for being caught on tape doing cocaine than her modeling.  Bitch is fierce, she’s still in the game, racking up contracts that even new and taller models (she’s 5-6) can only dream of.  Just this year she signed on for YSL, Cavalli and Louis V. and she brought bangs back last year (Hey no one is perfect).   I also included the link of the commercial for Agent Provocateur that features Kylie Minogue that has been banned.  Insanely hot and ridiculously sexy.  So guys pick up some clues and head to Agent Provocateur and pick up your girl something slinky and let her give you a really good time.

My weekend roundup is worthy of its own post but I dont want to fall behind so I’ll keep it brief and with substance.  I’m still recovering from the effects of this weekend.  Friday night was my friend’s bday celebration at the Beatrice Inn.  While I enjoy all the deluxe tastes that Manhattan has to offer, I felt that the Beatrice Inn was overrated.  Walking in somewhere where there are a line of people literally throwing every name they can to get in and hearing the bouncer say to them “Never a chance of you getting in” should have prepared me for the snobbery flavor that ensued.  While walking up to it, I felt that I had to have my game face on in fear of having to wait outside with those who didn’t get in.  God must have felt my trepidation because I run into the bday boy as I’m walking up and waltz right in.  What I loved about Beatrice is the décor.  Lovely oil paintings, hardwood floors, the smoothest leather couches ever and to add to the narcissist taste of the club, mirrored walls.  While places like the Beatrice Inn are good to experience and check out the "must go to spots" of Manhattan, there is something about these type of places that lack the true flavor of New York and bring out the pretentious babies and their attitudes.  The upstairs area with the DJ was much more laid back and less congested with models giving every girl a stink eye.  The tall bartenders (you should see how low the ceilings are) and their Ford Models looks definetely made them easy on the eyes.  So needless to say once I downed a few White Orchids (which were delish) and consisted of Domaine de Canton, Belvedere, Cointreau, cranberry juice and one of the greatest delicacies in life, a raspberry garnish, a couple of us went to the more low key but never dull APT.  Where as a pleasant surprise ?uestlove of the Roots made an appearance in the basement and the night gets blurry from there.

Saturday morning, not only did it take the jaws of life for me to get out of bed but I wake up with my ears still ringing from the previous night.  I check in on my friend who mysteriously was absent from the activites of Friday night...why??? Because I had given him my copy of GTA IV that afternoon and just opted to ignore our calls that night to play it for such a long amount of time, that lead his girlfriend to come from Connecticut to check in on him because he wasn't returning her calls.  Before heading to the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens that afternoon, I stopped by and brought him a Quiznos sub and Miller Lite to my friend who has been locked in his place with his 2 roomates playing GTA.  I was supposed to meet my BBG date at 2:00pm downtown for a quick bite then we were going to head to the BBG.  I called him within 15 minutes of playing GTA and told him that I had to cancel lunch and would meet him at 4pm.  Of course I felt this guilt come over me, but OMG, this is by far the best GTA and game that has come out in my recent memory (although the soundtrack for San Andreas is far superior).  I was hooked but I knew I just couldn't cancel so I left after playing for 2 hours and glad again that I don't have my Xbox in working order because I would have resulted in being a shut-in for the remainder of Spring.  So the Cherry Blosson Exhibit, along with the beautiful weather at BBG was something that just filled my soul up with everything that Spring was about.  There were couples walking around the garden planning their weddings there, there were people on their first dates, there were older couples walking around holding hands and then there were the cherry blossoms.  Walking through the garden and feeling those petals drip off the blossom's and land on me was just what I needed to solidify just how I enjoy the most simple of pleasures.  This is what life is about, not about pretenious places like the Beatrice but the beautiful exquisite taste of nature that comes with the rite of spring.  By the time our daydreaming was over at BBG it was too late to go to the Brooklyn Museum of Art for another go at the Murakami exhibit.

Ok, i've rambled enough about my weekend for this post.  But I will right more about it tomorrow and you must come back to see how a conversation between me and a friend, ended up on an SNL skit and how i'm trying to be more into hockey.  Here are you Happy Hour links!

*     A new and very effective male contraceptive may not be available to public.  Maybe the nurse shouldn't lead with "Just a small prick isn't going to hurt".

*     Gumbel leaves the NFL Network.  Rich Eisen is beyond delighted. 

*     A rugby player gets suspended for giving another player the finger.....just guess where he put the finger.

*     The prince of New York (sorry JFK Jr.) David Wright is on David Letterman tonight.  You know he has just as many boy groupies than girl groupies.  That means you Paul.

*     Check out the trailer for Speed Racer. Though the effects on the movie look sick, I don’t know about the storyline. My future baby daddy Emile Hirsch looks hawt.