The next day, I was anxious about waking up early enough to get back to the City for a sunny Sunday, but I ended up not even needing my alarm. I stayed for breakfast because an extra hour in Cherry Grove was worth avoiding a 2.5 hour trip home on an empty stomach (not to mention the extra time with my baby). I was quite hung over from all the weekend activity, but a nap on the train made me feel… well, close enough to normal to text the boys and drop my bag off at the office.
I had planned for a few low key drinks with TTT and Ms. W at Phresh Sundays on the roof of Dream Hotel, but once the Long Island Gays showed up from an afternoon housewarming party in Queens, they doubled the volume of the party. Bologna was especially enjoying the nice weather, showing a bit of extra skin in the sun.
Later in the afternoon, TTT, Ms. W, and I decided to peace out for the East Village (E.vil!) to
play Finding Emo attend our friend’s birthday celebration. We weren’t sure of the location, but as we were walking up Avenue B (Alphabet City! I avoid that neighborhood like the plague!), we joked that we’d probably be able to hear the Ivy League Crew et al when we got close. Sure enough, we were across the street from the venue, and someone screamed TTT’s name from the open windows of the bar.
After a few $5 mojitos (rum never tasted so good), Urban Sprawl and I ditched everyone to meet Bottomless Pitt at Chi Chi’s. As soon as we walked in, we saw a white guy doing the drunk sway at the bar. Normally, that would be Bottomless Pitt’s cue to go in for the kill, but she had the flu. I finally took a direct look at the guy and realized that he was cute. Urban Sprawl somehow pulled him into our circle, and after a good 15 minutes of me engaging his drunk ass (and them mostly wishing he’d never come over), I got a handshake, and they both got cheek kisses! WTF?!
We made our way to XES for karaoke where Mary J. Fly (in her platform moon boots) smacked each one of our asses. Unfortunately, I didn't see her hit the stage; after another drink there, I was totally done.
On Tuesday, SoHo Crush and I ended our boy-situation status (i.e., he broke up with me) at a bar in Hell’s Kitchen. It wasn’t dramatic, but I went out pretty late that night . I figured it’d be best to choose between DR!P on Wednesday and Key Club/Splash on Thursday.
Of course, DR!P was a good time.
They had a live performance by Carmen Reece, and she sounded great. Not easy to do in the less-than-ideal acoustics of the pool.
On Thursday, Loosefur IMed me to ask if I wanted to grab a drink after work, so we met up at Vlada for happy hour. About 10 minutes after we met up, he got at text from Calipornia.
Me: “If Calipornia comes, I’m gonna drink more. I was gonna have one drink and drag myself uptown.”
And of course, he showed up and asked what was going on tonight. And like a dumbass, I told him about Key Club’s open bar. “Oh, well we have to do that! I mean, you don’t have to come to Splash, but you can’t turn down an open bar!”
. o O (That’s my problem in life, Porni!)
Over a sushi dinner, Calipornia and Loosefur told me about how they met at a crazy New Year’s Eve party (05-06) in a ridiculous loft near Union Square. Apparently the person who lived there was iffy about planning parties, but that’s what Calipornia does for a living. Loosefur had gotten randomly invited, and the two bonded over a bottle of champagne (each) and kept in contact. It was kinda cool to know that I probably would have met Calipornia outside of the blogging world.
Loosefur: “So how are we gonna get to Key Club?”
Calipornia: “I think the R/W train takes us right there.”
Loosefur: “Oh boy. I have to prepare my mind to ride the train after dark.”
Me to Porni: “We should mug him.”
Calipornia: “Doesn’t the train drop us off right near the club?”
Me: “Yeah, like a block away.”
Loosefur: “This is gonna suck getting home. I have to walk so far to get to my place from Times Square!”
. o O (As if you’re actually gonna take the train home!)
As usual, it was not crowded at all, but the Ivy League Crew et al was there when we arrived. It seems like the crowd they attract really doesn’t care about the free drinks because people didn’t really start packing in until right before the open bar was done, but I had myself a good 4 or 5 free ones. One of the bartenders was giving way too much attitude, rushing people to order and moving on when they didn’t answer within 1.5 seconds of his eye contact. I tried to get change for a 20 to tip him. He gave my bill a frustrated look and waved it away. Fine, then. I’ll tip the other bartender (who already knows I tip well in an open bar).
The Long Island Gays showed up, and we had a messy ole time dancing and carrying on, but I really did need to get some sleep. Did I mention that I had 2 early parties to hit up the next night? Yeah.
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