This could be the only sunny afternoon all Memorial Day Weekend

For Bronx Newbie's birthday, he sent out a last-minute invite to View Bar's $3 Margarita night. On the wall of the event, Fung Wah had suggested that we check out the open bar at the grand opening of Key Club (a new party with an open bar on the East Side), but Bronx Newbie responded that he couldn’t bear to travel more than the 2 blocks from work to View Bar since he was coming directly. I was debating whether or not to go home between the gym and View, but I opted to stay in midtown and see if a few people wanted to check out Bamboo 52 since we never go there.

Loosefur texted: FYI, I'm told Therapy's having an open bar at 8 for their reopening. They closed?

I rushed over to Therapy running into Urban Sprawl on the way, to find that it was, indeed open bar for 2 hours! A flurry of text messages followed.

By the end of the open bar, there were 5 of us double fisting at the downstairs bar. MicHELLe and I had been singing the last line of "So Much Better" from Legally Blonde: The Musical on repeat (in rather perfect unison for such a long note).

"Damnit, MicHELLe! That cruisey salt-and-pepper steak I wanted is talking to some sub-par guy! [singing] I am so much hotter. I am so much hotter. I am so much hotter... Than that broooooooooooaaaaaad!"

 

It was time to leave.

 

We arrived at View Bar a little after 10:20, expecting to find Bronx Newbie. I hadn’t been to View in a couple of months, but Daddy Bartender remembered my drink! He loves me. We got even drunker and joked loudly about how the DJ must have been pissed to see us (well, he’s pissed to see everybody, but especially us) singing along and dancing to his music.

 

Around 11:30, Bronx Newbie rolls in with a few others. “Oh my god, Key Club was so much fun!” . o O (Bitch. We responded to a last-minute invite for your birthday, and you ditched without so much as a text message?)

Because we were wasted, we ended up at Splash downstairs. I feel like my shirt came off at one point.

I left to go home around 2 and decided to catch the 1 train. When I got on, I noticed a group of guys giving major gay giggle, so I invited myself into their conversation. Somehow, I ended up telling them about Rawhide, a leather bar in Chelsea with a motorcycle mounted on the wall, and agreeing to take them sometime. I think I gave one of them my number.

Thank god we got out of work early on Friday. Around 3, I shut down my computer and hauled ass to the 50^th C/E train stop. The first 2 cars on the C were crowded, so I ran to barely make it into the 3^rd car. When I stepped in, I looked up to see TTT and MicHELLe standing among the many bodies.

Both of them literally screaming: “Oh my god, D. Kareeeeee—"

Me: “Sssshhh! Inside voices! Good to see you too.”

I was heading to the Pier, which they guessed right away, but they insisted that they were going shopping. “Are you serious?! This could be the only sunny afternoon all Memorial Day Weekend and you’re going for an indoor activity?! You do realize the stores will be open after the sun goes down, right?” Logic was no match against their consumer instincts, so we parted ways at West 4^th as I continued on my merry way to the Pier.

We had a nice gang of folk at the Pier, and the usual Gatorade-bottle-fueled antics took place. At one point, a couple of transwomen walked by. One of them was gorgeous, but one of them “looks like Wesley Snipes in To Wong Foo… Miss Noxeema!" It was as if one of them heard us because not 5 seconds later, they were on our way over to us. The gorgeous one introduced herself as Lady K and insisted that she get a picture with us.

She said in a lady-like voice, pointing across the Pier, “My camera’s over there. Ray! Ray, bring the camera!” Ray didn’t hear the lady voice, so she dropped down an octave: “Ray, bring the damn camera!”

As we were leaving, I ran into Mr. MTA. I’ve had a distant crush on Mr. MTA since the end of last summer when I saw him in the Village. In his uniform. Occasionally, we'd eye flirt, but I never really saw him out anywhere (probably because he was working). Today, we made severe eye contact, and I stopped. He told his friends he’d be right back and came to meet me. We talked briefly and exchanged numbers, but like I always say, I’m a big fan of keeping fantasy fantasy lest the reality not live up to the fantastic.

We had a rather uneventful time at Pieces before I peaced out for home to drop off my bag and take a much-needed disco nap. The plan was to meet up at Rockit for the open bar at 10 and go from there, but after the night I'd had before, I was in serious need of a longer nap.

I had gotten a Facebook invite from Justin +1 for an East Village bar crawl. Usually, I’m very anti-E.vil, but I really needed something different than the same old West-Side Friday. When I woke up, I texted everyone and told Justin +1 that I’d meet him at DTox.

After waiting a half hour for the F train (thanks, Urban Sprawl and Mr. MTA), I found Justin +1 was there with the expected crew of twinks (and Calipornia). While Calipornia’s ex-trick was flirting (heavily) with Justin  +1 to make him jealous, Calipornia was conversing with the be-jockstrapped shot boy (who was serving surprisingly strong shots, btw).

After a drink there (the Ivy League Crew was still on their way), we left for Boiler Room, a venue of which I’d heard a few times but to which I’d never been. Then I saw this:

Fuck. Yeah.

Turns out they were playing pretty fun music (from what I can remember). “Single Ladies” came on, but none of my girls was there. I wasn’t going to do the dance despite great encouragement from Justin +1, who saw the infamous video from the Pier. Then I saw this cute black guy start it off, and I figured, why not!

After the final pose, we started chit-chatting, and aside from living in the Upper East Side, he seemed really cool. So we exchanged numbers (okay, it might have helped that he was good-looking, too).

Then the Ivy League Crew comes in. A mess, of course. I almost had to hurt Pubic Finance when he went directly for my nipples (bitch didn't even say hi first!). A half hour later, it was 2:30, someone was crying, and I was over it all. Did I mention I still had to get home from the E.vil? Yeah.

The next post(s) will be on our Memorial Gay celebration on Long Island. Click here to check out when we went out there for Labor Day.

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