I had already dressed as Bottomless Pitt for Halloween...
So I figured I'd change it up and dress like Med School Mess:
When the party was supposed to be starting, I was running around like a headless chicken trying to find tonic in Washington Heights (unsuccessful), so when I got back to my building, I had a couple of guests waiting outside (oops!). I was a bit taken aback because my friend arrived with the über-hot guy who had totally blown me off on Grindr a few months earlier. Or was it A4A? Anyway, I'd sent him a friendly message and got no reply, and now he was a guest in my home. Let that be a lesson to you all.
People arrived throughout the night in brilliant re-creations of each other. And often, multiple people went for the same twin.
It was pretty late when some randoms knocked on my door. Like 5 of them. I searched them for a face I recognized and saw none.
Me: “Hi… are you guys here with someone?”
Girl: “Oh, we’re friends of [generic Anglo name].”
Me: “Oh… [generic Anglo name] who?”
Girl: “[full name]”
Me: “Oh, okay. Well, he isn’t here yet, but come on in!”
I gave the girl a nice-to-meet-you kiss on the cheek as she came in. I wondered why the guy behind her was so distant when I did the same to him. And that’s when I realized he was straight. #Awkward
The playlist ended at 12:02, which is when I told everyone to finish their drinks and get ready to go. And when I went to go change to go to No Parking, I heard someone putting on more music. I threw on some shorts and stopped the music again to get them out.
Me: “No, you don’t have to wait for me. I’ll meet you there. Bottomless Pitt, you know where No Parking is, right?”
Me: “Can you start leading people?”
Our building has a back door that’s exit-only. It’s more convenient to get to Broadway from there because it’s around the corner from the front door, so when I Calipornia and I left about 5 minutes after everyone, we left via the back door.
Me: “Damn, they must have really not wanted to get left behind! Nobody’s straggling.”
Cali: “You think they might be at the front door?”
Me: “Naw, I told them to go ahead. Besides, we’d probably hear them if they were.”
Cali: “Let me just run and check.”
Why were like 20 people loitering outside my front door! We made our way to No Parking (a short walk), and I recognized the bouncer out front that’s been working there since they opened.
Me: “Hey, it’s my birthday! Can I go ahead in.”
Him: “Sure can. Right after all these people in this here line.”
Me: “Eh, it was worth a try.”
There were only like 10 people in line, and I jumped up with MicHELLe, who was 3rd. The Long Island Gays, who had been in Westchester (upstate) at Bro Vandecamp’s housewarming, were waiting for us at No Parking. I was surprisingly lucid, even after the drinks that a couple of friends had bought me. I was on a mission to change that until Ms X walked in.
Ms X is a nicely-built, handsome white guy (class of ’05) whom I met through Ms W. We’ve had this mutual flirtation for the past 3 years, but neither of us has pulled the trigger on it.
Not long before he arrived, he had sent a text apologizing for over-sleeping, so I assumed he wasn’t going to make it.
We were making out within 5 minutes. And within 30 minutes, I was giving my friends deuces behind my head on the way out the door, birthday present in tow. Unfortunately, he made it very obvious to the female server at Mambi who was crushing on me that we were together (it took me months to get good service there... and the polo that I was wearing with the sleeves cut off didn't scream gay...).
Did I mention that this was much better than how my last birthday ended? Yeah.
Click here to see more photos from the party & No Parking (but you gotta add me on Facebook).
Click here to check out last year's Beyoncé-themed birthday party and the disappointing conclusion to my night out.