Emer was the man of the night on Tuesday, even though he was throwing a party for Hungarian author Gregory Dragoman at the Paris Review offices in Soho. Just look at how happy these people are to be seen with Emer. Can you blame them? I wish I was in this photo. Then maybe my life wouldn't be as miserable as it is right now.
There are many of us out there in the world that are jealous of Emer Flounders and his charisma, charm, daring-do, extensive vocabulary, and ability to drink mass quantities. This site is dedicated to him and his many exploits so that we may live vicariously through him.