I think all this holiday partying may be getting to us.

Okay, so we're gonna jump around a bit (again).  Hold on, because this ride gets uncharacteristically bumpy.

On New Year’s Day I woke up around 7 or so and lay around the apartment until about 10.  That's PM, btw.  All the girls were planning to meet up at View Bar because we never miss a Thursday night.  Meanwhile, I could barely stand and hold a conversation until my 3^rd frozen cosmo.  There must have been something in the drinks from the night before because everyone I talked to was on a mission to get laid that night (well, more so than usual)!  With this mission in mind (and flasks in hand), we made our way to Splash downstairs. 

There was this random creepy-looking, very short white guy that somehow works his way into our dance space (how dare he!).  MicHELLe pounces on him (are you sure?) and proceeds to grind with him all night.  No leaving to fuck.  No getting over it and ditching him.  No making out on the couches.  Just grinding for 3 hours.

I got a little jealous of the attention MicHELLe was getting, so I eye-flirted with two guys pretty obviously.  Did they make an effort to talk to me?  No.  Did they both go over and dance with Bronx Newbie?  Yes.  But no triggers were pulled there, either.

Bottomless Pitt found himself a victim of TSWB Syndrome to make out with on the dance floor, but the guy ended up ditching. 

In the end, MicHELLe got dude’s number, and we all went home.

Remember our friend Litre-hosen, the German who wouldn’t sleep with me unless I took him on a “proper date”?  Well, we were both free early on Friday.  I had never actually been around him sober, so I wasn’t sure about how the chemistry would be. But one must always enter a potentially awkward situation with an easy out.  Mine: meeting the boys at Chelsea Hotel. 

We grabbed dinner in Hell’s Kitchen.  The chemistry wasn’t instant, but he’s really hot, so whatever but we warmed up to each other throughout dinner.  I invited Litre-hosen to join us at Chelsea Hotel, and he accepted with a, “Wow, it took me how long to get that invitation out of you?”  She don’t know; I’ll ditch.

The line at Chelsea Hotel was ridiculous, but a few of the girls were about 10 people from the entrance.  I pulled an “Oh heeeeey!” and got us in with them.  The Long Island Gays were there as well, and we we all decided to check out a party called Flirt at Café 50.  It was a really cute a party, and the space was great.  But when we found out drinks were $9, Pieces was an easy sell. 

But, there was drama before we left. 

A certain boy I know was hooking up with some boy that lives out of town.  They had been in correspondence, and the out-of-towner was supposed to be staying with the boy I knew for an interview on Sunday.  Too bad the out-of-towner was at Chelsea Hotel and Flirt on Friday and failed to mention to the guy I knew that he was in town early.  I texted my friend that the boy was here, not knowing that the out-of-towner was planning on staying with my friend Saturday night.  Well, my friend came into Café 50 with a smile on his face, but it wasn’t exactly welcoming.  Basically, our out-of-towner was there with another man, and I guess he and my friend didn’t have that type of “arrangement” (or their arrangement was unclear).  Basically, my friend came in, gave the out-of-towner a surprise kiss on the cheek, and told him to screw himself.  With a smile. 

We figured it was a good time to go to Pieces.  Litre-hosen took his leave from us.

Aside: Urban Sprawl has had quite the rocky situation with a certain boy who has been present for quite a few nights out but hasn’t been mentioned on the Blog.  We'll call her Skyy Scraper for reasons other than her height.  To keep it short(er), Sprawl and Skyy Scraper had hooked up for a while, and at one point it came out that two weren't quite clear on their relationship status in regard to each other.  Miss Sprawl did not take that well.  We’d see Skyy out at quite a few places, and he got pretty friendly with a few of us.  Urban Sprawl vacillated between extremely friendly and throw-the-phone vicious.

So guess whom I see as soon as we walk into Pieces.  I warned Urban Sprawl, who started sharpening her claws.  But when Sprawl walked over to acknowledge Skyy's presence, Sprawl didn’t come back.  For like an hour.  The Architect came, had a couple of drinks, had quite a few laughs, and left before we saw Urban Sprawl again. 

On the way to Chi Chis:

Me: “Well, you were over there a mighty long time.  I guess you’re not so hateful after all.”

Sprawl: “Well, on my way out, I told her not to talk to any of my friends ever again.”

Wow.

We arrive at Chi Chi’s and Bottomless Pitt indulges his addiction to the token white guy in the bar about 20 minutes after our arrival.  About an hour later, MicHELLe, Urban Sprawl, and I are kee-kee-ing by the pool table, and Pitt comes over.

Pitt: “Excuse me, fine sirs.  I’m going to leave with this Caucasian gentleman to engage in lude and erotic acts.  If you’ll excuse me.”

Tutti: “That’s real nice, hun.  That’s. Real. Nice.”

Between Bottomless Pitt actually checking in before leaving for his "first time bottoming" and actually seeing Urban Sprawl ninja, I think all this holiday partying may be getting to us.

The 3 of us escaped Chi Chi’s before the ugly lights came on and went to Karavas Place on 7^th ave.  The other two pigs girls got pizza (two slices), and I got a burger (one burger).  As if the freaks in this restaurant at 4am on a weekend weren't entertaining enough, the bathroom walls provided even more laughs.  There was wisdom.

Insight.

And instructions.

When I got back to the table,

for some reason, MicHELLe was obsessed with making biscotti.

Did I mention we still had Saturday night to go?  Yeah.

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