Don Juan from San Juan’s birthday celebration continued on Friday. Some had suggested that we meet up at Rockit for the open bar (which was definitely more practical/efficient since Don Juan and his crew were planning to end up there later in the night), but I figured I could spare the cost of a drink to support a birthday. At a straight bar. Shit.
“Hi, I’m looking for Don Juan’s party.”
“About 30 people? Just go straight back, and you’ll see them on the left.”
I followed the hostess's directions to find a bunch of tables in a U-shape in an alcove that was filled with people and peppered with familiar faces. After smiling and waving to everyone for a bit too long (I didn’t immediately see an open seat), I greeted the birthday boy and took a seat on his side of the table next to a real girl to make chit chat.
“Oh, you mean that half of the alcove with those cute guys that I greeted so awkwardly isn’t with us? Great.”
Eventually, Denzelle arrived and sat next to me. He explained to me that this was a bar that a lot of theater people go to. “And look, that’s the lead of Altar Boyz. Oh, he’s about to sit with the boy giving gay face and his girlfriend.”
“Definitely not straight. Wait, is that the girl from Legally Blonde?”
“Laura Belle Bundy? No, she’s way too famous to be here.”
“Ah, yeah, that’s definitely not her… Shit, that’s Bailey!”
“Who?”
“Bailey! The girl who won that MTV show, The Search for the Next Elle Woods! She is the girl from Legally Blonde! Wait here.”
I walked over just as Gay Face was getting up to go to the bathroom. “Excuse me. Bailey?”
“Yes?”
“Hi! I loved you on MTV! I watched the whole season! You’re from South Carolina, right?”
“Yeah!”
“Me too! Columbia!”
“I’m like 2 hours from there!”
“Greenville, right?”
“Well, Anderson, but they’re all in the same area.”
“Hey, do you mind if I get a picture?”
“Sure! Of course! Gay Face, take this picture for him!”
So pretty, so bubbly, and she seemed almost as excited to meet me as I was to meet her. I should explain that I have an
After spilling a drink on Don Juan's cute friend (damnit!), I dropped $10 on the table and split. Not so much from the embarrassment of getting a hottie all wet and sticky with his clothes still on, but more because I didn’t want to deal with the fuzzy math of splitting a check that involved food and more than 4 people (there were at east 20). I despise that process.
On my way up 8th ave (why the fuck didn’t I take 9th?), I saw someone vaguely familiar crossing on 50th st. . o O ( Is that Mario Cantone? Walking with a black guy?!)
“Mario!” He turned around a bit frazzled. Luckily, he didn’t have the light, and there was on-coming traffic. “Hey, d’you mind if I get a picture with you? Not like you can cross the street.”
“Oh… uh, sure.”
“Nice flowers. D’you have a show tonight?”
“Yes, I did.”
*FLASH*
“Well, I hope it went well. You guys have a good night!”
I skipped up 8th Ave and crossed over to the Dream Hotel for Rockit. Upon arrival, I realized that everybody who’s anybody had shown up to this party. Sex Flags (whom I met last summer), Calipornia (of Manchattan) and Justin (of Justin +1), Ms W’s ultra-hot roommate, our friend from last summer, Simba. And this was in addition to the usual crew and Don Juan from San Juan’s friends who eventually joined us. Did I mention Calipornia and Justin had a friend who knew “Single Ladies”? Yes ma’am!
And this was a somewhat sober night for me (I certainly wasn't paying for drinks at a hotel bar!). Did I mention we were planning a trip to the Pier the next afternoon? Yeah.
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It's about damn time a post was named after me!
"Gay Face, take this picture for him!”
Brilliant. Why can't everyone in Life use our witty aliases?
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