The Sunday after my birthday was delightfully sunny, and I was supposed to meet TTT at the Pier before heading to a new party (Phresh Sundays) on the roofdeck of Dream Hotel. Lines of communication got crossed, so I walked through a street fair in the Village to Gym Bar. I ran into one of Duplex’s friends who I always thought was pretty hot (but of course, I’m probably banned from doing anything with him for life). He was surprisingly flirty with me, which kind of made me uncomfortable, especially since Duplex was out of the country. Then again, Duplex had been talking to Bottomless Pitt online recently. But still, it was a bit weird (yet still kind of exciting).
As I approached Dream Hotel, I got a text from ASFKAB: Come to the dream hotel roof!!
I responded: Duh! as I greeted Tonka, the beloved bouncer lesbian of Vlada (she was working the door).
I got off the elevator into a sunny enclosed lounge area where I met ASFKAB. The bartender was a cute youngish bear that I had met two nights prior at a house party, and I couldn’t be happier when he told me they had a $5 special on peach cosmos (only from 2-4… after that, they’re a somewhat reasonable $8).
Eventually, ASFKAB suggested that we go upstairs to join the others. The space was downright amazing. Along with great views of midtown, there were cocktail waitresses in bikinis (serving $12 daiquiris), plenty of lounge furniture, and a DJ that mixed pop in with lounge music.
“Oh my god! That’s the woman from Millionaire Matchmaker on Bravo! She’s with that tranny!” MicHELLe exclaimed, pointing to the group of people headed down the stairs. I waited a few minutes before going down to get another drink (don’t wanna look like a groupie). When I got down there, the bartender was taking shots with the entourage, and I saw the long, straight brown hair from the back. . o O (Special treatment at the bar! It must be she!)
Turns out it was a transwoman with a long brown wig and with bangs. Fair mistake.
PS, those are high-heeled Tevas.
I’m not sure what to make of the eyebrows.
After performing “Single Ladies” with MicHELLe, I left with the Long Island Gays for the Eagle.
There were women at the Eagle!! (Don't let the wigs fool you. Definitely Real Girls.)
In addition to the usual madness, ASFKAB asked to try on my cowboy boots with his shorts.
I may or may not have been jealous of the fact that he has the legs to pull off cowboy boots with shorts.
I left for Chi Chi’s by myself for shits and giggles, but I ended up meeting SoHo Crush and his softball team (which has gone from mostly upper/middle-income white to mostly Latinas who hang out on the Pier after dark) at Ramrod (formally known as the Dugout).
After a quick visit to the Pier (after dark!), we ended up at Boots & Saddle for Karaoke and ran into a guy with a “Diva” tattoo. Did I mention I still had the shades from the Beyoncé party?
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