seconds from passing out

Well, the weekend before the Inauguration was quite messy for no good reason.  Friday evening, the Photographer called because he had a friend in town for the weekend, and the friend wanted to go out on the town and pick up a twink .  I gave him the general Chelsea/Village 411, and he thanked me and hung up.

The Photographer and I used to go to the same gym back before I moved to Manhattan.  I had a huge distant crush on him for a few months, and one day he came up and introduced himself.  Handsome, white guy, 40s, and a pretty nice body.  One day after commenting on my “sexy scar” (on my hip), he asked if I wanted to be photographed sometime and used that as an excuse to give me his contact info (slick, right?).  I was totally in denial because there’s no way this handsome older guy could be into me (remember, I had low self-esteem back then).  Anyway, after over a year of sexual tension, I finally went to his place for dinner, and we ended up hooking up.  And that’s when I heard about the boyfriend, which turned into the reason why I had to trek from the E.vil to WaHi at 2am on a school night.  Yeah. 

Oh, and he took the picture as the banner for this blog.  You’d be amazed how hard it is to multi-task in the context of posing ("flex your abs... relax your forehead... straighten your back... turn your head, but not your eyes... relax your forehead" is one shot).  I was too impatient to wait for him to send me the high-res files.

So I’m first in line at Chelsea Hotel (again), and the Photographer and his friend walk up.  I so wasn’t expecting the Photographer.  We get inside, and he insists on actually buying me a drink.  “Make that a Grey Goose screwdriver, please?  Thanks, love.” 

The girls rolled in and met the Photographer and his foreign friend, who stayed for about a half hour before moving on to (th)Rush.  

Why did SoHo Crush walk in 5 minutes later!  I had told him I’d be at Chelsea Hotel, but he didn’t say anything about coming!

Once the open bar was closed, we hopped on over to XES where SoHo and I parted ways before Bottomless Pitt and I went to Chi Chi’s.  Why did Bottomless Pitt see the 2-4-1 from 2 to 3am sign in front of the Hangar?  Apparently, after the late-night happy hour, we went to Pieces until they turned on the ugly lights (redundant).  I remember nothing.

Med School Mess had been “working” (how are they gonna make you pay to work in a hospital?!  I need to start a med school!) 12 days in a row.  He was off on Saturday, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave his bed Friday night.  He had to work on Sunday, but he wanted to get a bit of partying in.  So I agreed to meet up with him at Pieces on Saturday afternoon before we trekked out to Queens for Bert and Ernie’s housewarming party.

When I arrived at Pieces, Med School Mess’s speech was already slurring.  Bottomless Pitt joined us, and an hour later, Destiny's Child was on an outbound train.  Med School Mess was seconds from passing out.

Med School Mess: "What time are you leaving Bert and Ernie's party?"

Me: "Maybe around 11 or so?"

Med School Mess: "Okay, good.  I'll leave with you because I don't wanna walk around that neighborhood by myself at night."

Me: "Excuse me?!  Have you seen where you live?  What, are you afraid local thugs are gonna hold you down and henna you?  Please!"

Apparently, Bottomless Pitt had been to Bert and Ernie’s new apartment once before, but it took her a good 5 minutes after we got out of the subway to get her bearings.  In the cold.  Thanks.

I had agreed to bring music for my party because none of the residents (Bert and Ernie live with a real-girl roommate) had pop music.  I made the mistake of assuming there would be a stereo system with an iPod/iPhone jack rather than making CDs like I did for NYE.  But then I would have been pissed after going through all that because they were playing music out of a laptop, so no one would hear it anyway.  Plus, it didn’t seem like much of a dancing crowd. 

Possibly the best thing about their home decor (I have to say, it was a very nice apartment).  I always thought Tigger the Top was a little too catchy. 

The real-girl roommate had a very cute friend who talked to us for a bit, but once the alcohol started to flow and the Ivy-League-Crew banter started to come out, we scared him away pretty quickly.  So it goes. 

Then again, who could blame him, considering my behavior (see above).  PS, I'm a a diva .

After enjoying an amazing spread of rather heavy hors d'oeuvres, it was time to make our way back to Pieces.  It was karaoke Saturday, but more importantly, it was Justin the Blogger’s birthday! 

But not before Bottomless Pitt made to-go drink for the ride back to civilization Manhattan. 

I don’t know if anybody that was with me that night reads any of the blogs I’ve linked, but I’ve been following Justin’s blog for a while now (since June?), watching the Jane-Blanche theme die and be resurrected as Justin Plus One (a new guest blogger every week).  He and his guest usually post at least a few things per day, which has gotten me through many a slow day at work.  I also got a chance to meet a couple of Justin’s guest bloggers as well as Lucas, proprietor of  a newer blog that I follow, Top to Bottom (think college-student explores NYC and has plenty of sex in the process).

A fun night with fun people.  Unfortunately, I wasn't quite composed enough to get pictures with everyone, but it was nice to attach actual people to the personas I’ve seen on my screen.   I did, however snap these tidbits.  

Did I mention we love Saturday karaoke?  Yeah

That's neither the first nor the last time things have gotten/will get messy at Pieces.  Check out a night from this summer here.

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