After a Thursday night of good old-fashioned drunken fun, the Ivy League Crew et al met up on a Friday in SoHo to celebrate PhD's birthday. He's apparently dating a rich guy in the magazine world (it's a great story, but I wasn't introduced), and this guy's place has an outrageous garden in the back. The invite said sangria would be provided, but I wasn't feeling that classy. I picked up some Bacardi Lemón on the way from the gym.
When I arrived, the med school crew was hanging out on the front steps. I talked with them for a good five minutes before I asked about the mixer situation. There were none, so hoofed it back to 6th ave to get a half liter of Coke (for 2 damn dollars!). Finally, I walked into the party, stuffing the small liquor bottle in my back pocket and setting the Coke on a table.
Why was Med School Mess playing my NYE '09 mix on his iPod.
So after a good 20 minutes of socializing, I saw Urban Sprawl taking a huge swig of Coke. My Coke.
"Bitch! Do you know I had to make a special trip back out to get that! Put the bottle down before you get cut!" She wasn't even mixing it with anything!
As we were leaving, we got into a BonQuiQui quoting battle with a cute little white girl. She was so excited that she insisted that Med School Mess take her number and save it as BonQuiQui. Time to go.
By midnight, I was shirtless and covered in sweat at Posh. I ran into The Sexican. She was quite friendly and started dancing with me immediately. Then she introduced herself.
“Uh, we met last week. Calipornia's pool party…”
“Oh, D. Kareem! Oh my god, the glasses totally threw me off!”
“That’s real nice, hun…”
Saturday, I met up with Med School Mess and Donkey Hóte on the pier. We polished off our Gatorade bottles and kee-kee-ed until it got downright cold outside (boo clouds!). Mess suggested that we pick up a bottle of vodka and go to Just-In’s party on the Upper West Side. “It’s a beach theme, so you’re all set. You should leave your speedo on!”
“Honey, these boots may be made for walking, but this speedo chafes. I’ll change when we get there.”
It was actually really crowded when we got there. We poured ourselves drinks and made a lap around the party to get a sense of how into the beach theme people had gotten. A couple of guys were wearing board shorts with shirts (are we still doing board shorts on ’09?), but that was about it. A few more sips of my drink, and I said, “Fuck it. I’m doing the speedo.”
We started talking to this hot little Asian girl who was an actor/bartender/master poker player. Guys assume because she’s hot that she doesn’t know what she’s doing, and she takes their money. It really made me get close to wanting to learn how to play poker (but I’ll settle for Gaga and Kanye).
After making straight people either thoroughly entertained or uncomfortable, I headed home to change my shoes. The Photographer was able to get me on the list at Secret for their Black Pride event (just like you refer to Gay Pride as Pride, I refer to Black Gay Pride as Black Pride), and there was no way I was going to something that crowded with the cowboy boots I had just shined. MicHELLe met me outside Penn Station, and we got there about 11:30.
This is when things started getting really cloudy. In fact, I remember almost nothing from the party except The Photographer introducing me to his promoter friend by the back of the bar. I think I danced. I remember seeing shirtless guys from City Gym Boys. And I remember MicHELLe talking to one of the 3 white guys there (of course).
Please tell me why I ended up in the back of NEXT Magazine giving some guy the shocker (NEXT is a popular gay weekly with party listings in the front and "massage" listings [complete with cock sizes] in the back).
"When having your photograph taken, always stand to the right. That way, when it's printed, the caption will read your name first..."
Then we all went over to the Eagle. I remember almost nothing of this, but when I talked to The Photographer the next day, he said something about me and a guy in a red jock strap. “Check your camera tomorrow.”
Did I mention my walk of shame required crossing Union Square in a U of South Carolina shirt that said “COCKS” on the front? Yeah.
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