The first place we went in the triplex: the dungeon. (The Ivy League Crew Invades Philly Part II)

Saturday in Philadelphia started around 8am for me when Urban Sprawl woke me up at 8am. I was too tired to ask her why the hell she couldn't have stayed the rest of the morning at her trick's place, but seeing as I never fell back asleep, I probably should have.

Once everyone was up, we packed up our room and made our way to Sabrina's for brunch. One of Morehead's local tricks suggested it because it was close to his apartment. We decided that walking to the restaurant would be a good way to see the city since it was nice out. Did I mention that the only footwear I'd brought was a pair of (not-made-for-walkin') cowboy boots?

Twenty minutes later, we arrived at a quaint street of old-style storefronts that reminded me of Melbourne (around Abbotsford). We had to wait another 20 minutes for a table of 5, but we ended up sitting next to AdamFaceHunt and her boyfriend.

AdamFaceHunt: "Why the hell did you guys come to this location?! There's one of these much closer to your hotel over by the parkway..."

The menu was quite lactose-heavy, so I went with a simple chicken sandwich with spinach topping and sweet potato fries (which I didn't know came with sugar when I ordered, but it was a delightful combo). 2 of our compadres went for the stuffed French toast, which ended up being an obscene amount of food! 2 enormous pieces of French toast (each slice about 1.5 inches thick) separated by a slab of cream cheese.

Much of the rest of the NYC gang had arrived while we were at brunch. An NYC gay I hadn't met yet, who used to live in Philly, led them to some out-of-the-way tourist trap for xenophobic cheese steaks. After walking Morehead's travel-trick back to his place (which seemed to be a very nice building stuck right in the middle of the hood), we went ahead and got settled in the second hotel and chilled out there til everyone arrived.

I woke up from my nap to find 12 gays in the living room of our suite. We had nothing better to do, so we had an uneventful walk to the river. Morehead had gotten a booty call from his travel-trick on the way back and broke off from the group. Luckily, he was familiar with the area from our post-brunch walk (smart move, guy!). Those of us who weren't getting any stopped into Condom Kingdom on South Street to gawk and act like we'd never been in a sex shop before.

(Hint: the fastest way to lose a guy's attention is bad/mediocre sex... so stop buying lube at Duane Reade and Rite Aid!)

When we got back, we divied up the rooms and gave everyone 45 to get showered and changed for dinner and clubbing.

Trying to get 15 gays to go to one place for dinner is fucking dumb impractical. Your best bet is to present options and to let them choose in groups.

Tighty Whitey: "Well, should we be making a decision without everybody here to—"

Me: "Yes! We need to have a plan ready when everyone gets down here. Situations like this will have you going back and forth for an hour trying to consider everyone's preferences. You either go with the decision that's been made, or your picky, late ass can branch off."

Morehead, who had since returned from his post-meridian pounding, did some hunting and found a Chinese restaurant that looked great on Yelp called Dim Sum Garden. Most of us that were present agreed that it sounded good, and we presented it as the decision the group had made. Others were hesitant, but they went among with it.

When we arrived, it looked more like typical take-out than the restaurant anyone was expecting from the description. Some wanted something "nicer," so they sprung for Italian around the corner. About 8 of us stayed and were glad we trusted the reviews: Dim Sum Garden was some of the best Chinese I've ever had.

I'd been flirting with a bartender on Grindr (he had the loveliest of shaved heads), and it turns out he worked at a bar in the Gayborhood. Since nobody really had any suggestions as to where to start off the night (it was just after 9), I suggested his [unnamed] bar. On the way, a friend texted another saying that bar was dead and that we should go to Knock instead. I split off from the flock to check out this bartender IRL.

He was easily the hottest Philly bartender I'd seen thus far.

In the time it took me to get half my drink down, the bar had gone from dead-ish to quite crowded. Knock had quite the crowd as well when I joined the others there. The ambiance at Knock was nicer, and the crowd seemed younger. But there were so few good-looking guys at either bar. Or guys with worked-out bodies. And of the few good-looking guys I'd seen, disturbingly few of them were 40+.

Bottomless Pitt: "You're right. I feel so much better about myself because everybody in this city's fat and ugly!"

Me: "That's not what I said! But I do want to open up a gym here because the young guys here really just don't work out!"

We made our way over to Woody's (apparently the gay club in Philly) around 11:30. As the bouncer was checking my ID, he slipped me pass for $5 off the cover for the dance floor (rather than charging a cover at the door, they have a free bar area and a separated dance space that charges for entry). The others grabbed a drink from the bar while I went directly to the dance floor.

Me (approaching the others): "Hey, it's almost midnight. I don't know how it works here, but you know how most places' covers go up after midnight. I'd suggest at least going to get your hand stamped."
Fung Wah: "How much is the cover for the dance floor?"
Me: "$10. But the bouncer was giving out passes for $5 when he was checking our IDs."
Fung Wah: "He was? I don't think I got one."
Bronx Newbie: "I definitely didn't get one!"
Bottomless Pitt: "You want mine? I'm not paying $5 to go on a dance floor when I can get in for free after 1:30."
Me: "So what are you... whatever. But hey, look at the black guys getting preferential treatment! And way below 96th St! Philly ain't so bad after all!"

We danced, we lip synched. We whipped our hair back and forth. But mostly, we wondered why the go-goes were wearing baggy jeans... that never came off. Maybe it was 90s night. Morehead 'disappeared' after an hour (or less). At at 2am, the lights came on, and I realized that my shirt had come off again!

There was the usual meat market outside, and we took way too long to decide to go back to the hotel and have more drinks. Of course, the only mixers we had were Coke and Coke Zero (thank god Bottomless Pitt got that Bacardi), both of which had been left in the freezer since before dinner. And I basically spent an hour and a half flirting with a guy who wasn't remotely interested. So it goes.

I walked into my hotel room find a friend of a friend's ass on display on the pull-out couch... with a boy who appeared to be fully clothed. I stepped out to give him a few seconds to cover up. I averted my eyes as I ducked into the bedroom. But of course, two boys were already in the bed.

Luckily, the friend of the friend knew the deal and asked his trick to leave. I felt bad until I realized that the boy wasn't even naked. I obviously felt great in the morning after 'sleeping' on 'half' of a full-sized 'mattress' at 6'2".

After we checked out, we all went to El Vez, which Tighty Whitey referred to as "the love child of Vynl and Arriba Arriba!" I looked at the prices on the regular menu like, 'Are you kidding?!' but the brunch menu was much more reasonable.

Me: "Who wants to go in the photo booth?!"

Bottomless Pitt: "God, is this gonna be like that time at 9th Ave Saloon..."

Me (after getting 3 other guys): "Crap, I don't have any singles!"

Bottomless Pitt: "Of course!"

As the other boys searched through their pockets, she pulled out 3 bills and fed them in to the machine.

It was Outfest in the Gayborhood. Kind of like Pride, but without the parade. And cold. But it turned out to be a good time. The streets were blocked off, there were all sorts of vendors, and you could drink outside!

I went to go flirt with the bartender some more, but I ended up talking to his friend, who was one of the only other fellow patrons. We may or may not have traded numbers in the bar.

I left to meet up with AdamFaceHunt, who was taking us to a house party thrown by some Philly Power Gays with an amazing triplex (plus deck and rooftop). AND there were hot guys! The first place we went in the triplex: the dungeon.

About 10 minutes we arrived, I got a text from Rutgirls that our ride back was ready to go. Stay and try to talk to guys that probably wouldn't be interested and take a bus back to NYC? Or ride back early in a Biemer. It was quite the dilemma (I'm obvi a sucker for torture).

Did I mention that 5 grown men in an X3 is a tight squeeze? Yeah.

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Pop Tarts at Barracuda NYC (Wednesdays)

Britney Houston is pure talent. And when you go to a show, that’s what you’re gonna get. She’s not gonna serve the most expensive wig, and the outfits may have a cut-it-myself-in-the-cab-downtown hem. But the queen can walk, pose, and dance! And you wanna talk about singing live? I haven’t heard a drag queen with runs that articulated since X-ina!

image from pinkentry.com

I dropped in on Britney’s show, Pop Tarts at Barracuda (with cutie DJ Scotty Rox), late one Wednesday night. The theme was VMA performances. And how can you mention VMAs without a nod to her half-namesake: Britney Spears.

Her sense of humor really comes through when she performs, especially when she’s not lip-synching. Her performances are consistently entertaining because of her technical ability and her satirical comedy. She often interlaces her lip-synch numbers with a cappella moments where she gets to chow off her vocal chops... usually while making fun of the person she’s covering (which you’ll see the end of the following video).

One thing I absolutely love about Britney is that her persona is very accessible. Even when she goes out to other parties, she seems like she’s just showing up to have a good time rather than making an appearance as a celebrity (as most NYC drag queens do).

I happened to be sitting up front (most of the crowd was standing in the back), and something quite unexpected happened when she did her Nicole Scherzinger performance.

Folks, she just grabbed my arm and pulled me on stage! Luckily, I’ve picked up that if you look like you have a mic in your hand, nobody can tell that you don’t know the words.

I walked away from the show glad that I had come. Aside from when she interacted directly with the audience (which was sometimes downright hard to watch… but people like being able to win drink tickets), she put on a fun show. Hell, how many drag queens to you know that can do a triple turn in heels? And then turn around and sing live? It’s a shame she doesn’t have more bookings around the city. This show definitely gets my thumbs up!

Pop Tarts

Wednesdays at 11(ish)

Barracuda

275 w 22^nd St

Note, this show is called Pop Tarts and not Pop Rocks. The videos will be updated soon.

Click here to check out Britney's website/blog. And click here for her Facebook.

Click here to check out my review of The Shequida Show at Bartini (now on Mondays).

Hope you douched! (The Ivy League Crew Invades Philly Part I)

When 20 gay Ivy Leaguers (et al.) take a road trip to a new city, debauchery and crazy sex are inevitable.

image from publicadvocatescorner.com

After the 'success' of our DC trip, Rutgirls organized the Crew for a trip to Philadelphia for Columbus Day Weekend. The original plan was an overnight trip on Saturday like the last one, but after a few of us expressed interest, Rutgirls booked a couple of rooms for Friday night. The plus side: it was $20/pp/night. The downside: we had to do each night in a different hotel.

RSTLNE drove Urban Sprawl and me down, and we arrived around 9:30, around the same time as Morehead, who was traveling for work that week. Meanwhile, Rutgirls was in a friend's car that was about an hour behind us. We really couldn't check into the room without her, and she was staying in a different hotel from us! We called her, and after about 20 minutes of back-and-forth with Priceline, they let is check into our room without too much drama.

We showered, changed, and primped in preparation for hitting the town. AdamFaceHunt, who was staying in Philly with his boyfriend, instructed us to meet him and his friend's at Knock, a sports bar in the middle of the gayborhood.

image from courierpostonline.com

AdamFaceHunt made introductions between his Philly friends and his NYC friends over drinks. Morehead introduced at least 2 guys he'd had sex with during his work travels. Around midnight, it became apparent that this scene was dying and that people were starting to migrate. The next stop: Tavern.

Tavern seems to be a venue with no lack of character. The main floor is a piano bar, but it's a bit more lounge-singer-sing-along because the piano player has a microphone that's amplified throughout the whole floor. Other piano bars I've been to tend to be more acoustic and keep the piano scene at the piano.

The upstairs is a dance club with no cover. Every single wall is covered in mirrors. The DJ sits in an inaccessible, almost invisible perch (there's one way of avoiding requests) and plays dance remixes of pop songs. It gets crowded.

image from clumsycrooks.com

The NYC boys from the other car met up with us on the dance floor. As we established our space, I noticed a reasonably cute, youngish guy awkwardly of looming in our area but not really talking to anyone. I mouthed to Rutgirls, "Do we know her?" She responded with a WTF look. Not 10 minutes later, Urban Sprawl was grinding with him.

Me: "I call the single bed in our room! Unless you just WANT to wake up to my morning wood. You read my post from Fire Island!"

I turned to head to the bar, but something stopped me in my tracks.

image from calamusbooks.com

"Does anyone else see the chemistry between [NYC gay] and [beautiful doctor who went to med school in NYC and is now doing residency in Philly]? Who the hell is gonna be the top?!"

One of AdamFaceHunt's hot-bodied friends (whom I had met at Asbury Park this summer I'll call him Phillo Fortune for reasons that may or may not become obvious) was egging me on to take off my shirt. I usually see that as a bit desperate, but in a foreign city, who cares! My only reservations were a) the "Proper Attire Must Be Worn" sign and b) I wanted to give my "Beauty Is a Talent" shirt a bit more play. Between disrobing entreaties, Phillo Fortune mentioned that he liked my" friend in the black polo," RSTLNE (who was now sporting a polarizing beard that made him look quite Middle Eastern). Before I even got to the point of taking my shirt off, they already had made out, and RSTLNE had already wandered off.

Phillo: "What's black polo's name again? Matt... Mike... Mark..."

Me: "John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt."

Phillo: "I can't find him. I think he's avoiding me."

Me: "Was his glass empty? He probably went to the bar. See, there he goes with a fresh drink. Hope you douched!"

image from visitphilly.com

So it turned out that RSTLNE just wasn't that into her. Which was sad because if she would have gone home with Phillo Fortune (Morehead was already making bottom eyes at some TSWB), I would have had the holel room to myself. Not that I had any prospects of taking advantage of that (and of course, taking my shirt off did nothing to change that), but the opportunity would have been nice.

By the end of the night (Philly bars close at 2), I was dancing shirtless with Phillo Fortune's pixie, and Morehead's TSWB was getting Españard's number. It was definitely diner time.

We tromped over to Midtown II Restaurant, which, while being exactly what I needed at the time, was less scene than I was expecting at closing time in the middle of the Gayborhood.

Did I mention that starting a Wicked sing-along with a gay who is clearly more drunk than you is just mean? Yeah.

Click here to check out the mess that was our group trip to DC.

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Fun with Grindr: I don’t think that’s what Britney meant (with video)

Call me…

...because...
(click to enlarge)

…I loved you on Letterman!

...because...

…I don’t think that’s what Britney meant. Or Brittany.

...because...

…you’re 41, 6’1, 194 lbs. And I have no shame in my bear-chaser status. (WOOF)

There were a few other videos I was considering, but I know many of y'all read this at work.

Your're welcome.

(slash, sorry)

...because...

…your shirtless torso and hotel’s advertising campaign scream platonicy.

(Whatevs, writers make up words all the time!)

...because...

…… wait, that’s not fair: I really can’t see your face either.

...because...

…your face will be in the pillow anyway. Plus I really need an explanation for that NyQuil bottle in your picture. I mean, it takes up more Grindr real estate than your crotch, dude.

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Arianna Huffington, JYP, and the Wondergirls: PivotCon '10 (Monday)

This week, I'm fortunate enough to attend the Pivot Conference (PivotCon) for social media. It just so happens that social media is my profession and a hobby, so it worked out perfectly! I arrived Monday morning anxious to learn from the experts and to mingle with other social media professionals. As I walked the few blocks from the office, I jokingly tweeted, I wonder if anyone here is on @Grindr #shameless #pivotcon #dontgoogleitatwork

image from PivotCon's Blog

I then walked into the main hall to see 2 mega-screens that were streaming tweets that had used the #pivotcon hashtag. With avatars. #mortified #ihopetheywerescreeningtweets

By Monday afternoon, I'd gotten over the twit-barrassment, and I got a chance to sit in on a workshop led by the oh-so-charismatic VP at Associated Content Andrew Snyder (I nearly swooned when he flashed his million-dollar smile and introduced himself to me before we started) and VP at Citizen Sports Patrick Albano (about whom I shouldn’t say anything because he just got married). Both properties have been acquired by Yahoo!, and both are based on users providing content in a social context. If Yahoo! is putting money there, that’s saying something big! And in the Ooyala workshop on online video that followed, the main takeaway was that over half of people who watch online video click through to the originating website (and around a quarter of them actually buy something in a retail context)! Just keep it between 1:30 and 3:00!

The afternoon speaker was J.Y. Park, or his stage name: JYP. He’s a Korean singer/producer who has basically started a pop culture factory to turn out multifaceted and multi-lingual talent. His goal is to produce international stars (his word: the top 100 selling albums in Asia don’t include a single American artist... is Amerie included b/c she grew up speaking Korean), and he trains them in academies around the world from childhood.

image from PivotCon's Flickr page

Arianna Huffington spoke later in the afternoon. Her talk was hilarious and though provoking, and she had a ton of quotables. Among them: “If you don’t take anything else away from my talk today, take this: charge your phone far away from your bed!” And about her book, “the best part is section 5, page 99…” She literally made me laugh out loud and made me stop and reconsider.

I had a less public embarrassing moment when she quoted a Greek philosopher and a pop artist in the same breath. I was very upset to realize that of the two quoted, I was only familiar with Will.i.am.

After a reception and dinner, JYP’s protégés the Wondergirls performed. The quintet has had numerous #1 hits in Korea (and other markets) and is working on crossing over to the US. They’re songs are often accompanied with cute, simple choreography that is naturally participatory (and begs for viral video reproductions, as their intro montage [which was not unlike the one that preceded “Single Ladies” on Beyoncé’s I Am tour] demonstrated).

I was beside myself, getting to see one of my favorite songs of the last year performed live (does it make me cooler that I found out about them before they released the English version?). But I got a bit of their performances of “Nobody” and the new “2 Different Tears” on my iPhone.

The conference wraps up today. Follow along on Twitter with the hashtag #PivotCon. And follow me; I'll certainly be tweeting.

Click here to see a vid of me doing the Wondergirls' "Nobody" dance on the Subway (and hear my bad Korean).

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Sober Moment 10.13.10: Showtime House 2010 at Cassa Hotel, NYC

I recently got a chance to tour the Showtime House at Cassa Hotel in Midtown Manhattan. For the 3rd year, Showtime has teamed up with designers and architects to transform penthouses that are on the market (if you have a million or 20 lying around) into themed spaces inspired by their original series.

This year, the focus was on technology, and each room was wired with all sorts of gadgets and high-tech features (even automatic shades for the windows!!).

Among the featured series this year:

Weeds

United States of Tara

Nurse Jackie

Dexter

Californication

See my Facebook album for more photos of the featured rooms!

(The album is visible to everyone, but add me as a friend while you're there.)

Weekend tours are available to the public for $15 this and next Saturday 11am-5pm, and proceeds will be donated to the Harlem Children’s Zone. And while you’re at it, go see Waiting for Superman, a doc from the guy who did An Inconvenient Truth. It’s an inspiring film that focuses on a how charter schools are changing education throughout the country (it features HCZ quite prominently).

Click here to check out when I was on The Wendy Williams Show.

Bitch, Hold My Ponytail (Fabulis' party at Vlada and B. Scott's party at Secret Lounge)

Fabilus was having a party on the same Saturday that super-YouTuber/blogger/XM radio host B. Scott was hosting a party at Secret. Now, the thing about Secret is that it doesn't usually get going til after 1, but the cover goes up after midnight. Solution: go to Secret early to get your hand stamped, and then come back for the crowd later. And avoid the cover by getting on the guest list.

And for those who don't know, Fabulis is a social network for gays that uses your Facebook profile to set up your basic profile on their website. It's a great way to meet guys you don't know, but in a not-so-Manhunt sort of way. Plus they do awesome giveaways to encourage engagement and interaction!

After dropping by Secret to get said stamp, I cabbed it up to Hell's Kitchen to the Fabulis party at Vlada.

The deal was that if you were wearing a Fabulis tshirt, you got free drinks til midnight. And if you didnt already have one, they were handing them out at the party. Unfortunately, there were only larges left by the time I'd arrived. I got AdamFaceHunt to join me, though he hadn't a clue what Fabulis was.

We definitely took advantage of the open bar, and with 10 minutes to go, I had finished a drink while AdamFaceHunt was about halfway though.

Me: "I'm getting myself and you a drink. And if you don't get to your last drink, oops! I'll be sure to help you out."

AdamFaceHunt and I had placed our previous order at the same time with the same bartender, and he somehow sensed that I was getting a round for the both of us.

Bartender: "Peach screwdriver and peach-vodka-cran?"

Me: "Why, yeeeeeees!"

As I was putting my tip down for the drinks, I looked up to see AdamFaceHunt at a different part of the bar placing an order. And sure enough, she walked over a few minutes later with one of her drinks and one of mine. We laughed hysterically before exchanging drinks like a couple changing positions as they realize that they're not as versatile as they thought.

I stayed at Vlada way too long before making my way down to Secret, and by the time I walked in, it was PACKED! I instantly regretted wearing cowboy boots. I worked my way to the wall beside the back of the bar as I heard the dj over the speakers: "Security to the front! Security, we have a celebrity in the building!" It could only be the arrival of B. Scott.

About 30 seconds later, a mass of people moved through the area. My eye was instantly drawn to a towering figure in all black with flowing, dark hair. It took me a while to recognize that it was B. Scott. He (I only use the masculine pronoun because my mother actually mistook him for a woman) kind of just looked like just another queen who got done up for a night out. Plus, I expected him to be a good foot shorter. As he glided by, I introduced myself (we'd exchanged a couple of emails involving my day job), and he politely acknowledged and directed me to a member of his entourage. They made their way to the bar, where B. Scott perched and addressed the crowd over a microphone.

As I tweeted about how tall he was, it clicked that he would probably be wearing heels to an appearance. 2 minutes after I pressed "send," my suspicions were confirmed: he was donning a very cute pair of sculpture platforms.

Part of me hoped he would perform his single from last year, "Bitch, Hold My Ponytail," but I knew that wasn't likely. I stayed for about an hour to observe the spectacle and then headed home.

Did I mention Manhunt had randomly given me a free week of unlimited access? Yeah!

Click here to check out an embarrassing moment with a crush at Secret.

Fun with Grindr Convo: This one couldn't wait!

This Grindr convo was so deliciously sad that it deserves its own post. Basically in real time. Click to enlarge.

I cut for aesthetics. This was the actual progression of the conversation. Really?

If nothing else, I got to further validate that my $160K education wasn't a total waste. Yes, tellus is a lesser-used Latin word for earth, but how do you not acknowledge terra! Go back to your British colony, and send back someone the accent isn't wasted on!

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boys in wigs and shorts get turned away (Labor Day Weekend on Fire Island: Sunday in drag)

image from boyinbushwick.blogspot.com

Me: “Hey, are you going to the drag party in the Pines later?”

Assyrian Prince: “Nope.

Me: “Can I wear your dress?”

Assyrian Prince: “Oh my god, yes! But you have to take the purse! And I have some jewelry… oh, and the wig! Here!”

Every Labor Day Sunday, a group of queens in the Pines hosts a huge drag party. There’s usually a hilarious theme (this being the 15th year they've done it, they went with "quinciñera), and there are always free drinks. But you have to have a certain amount of drag credibility to get in (i.e., shoes, wig, dress, makeup, etc… boys in wigs and shorts get turned away). I hadn’t been in two years. In ‘08, it was an airplane theme. The hostesses all dressed up as flight attendants and walked around the party with a beverage cart handing out mini-bottles of Kettle One. When the Architect saw their “K-Air” uniforms, he predicted, “It’s gonna be a bumpy ride!”

I trekked through the Meatrack in boy clothes, carrying the dress in the purse along with my wallet, phone and other essentials. I literally changed on the boardwalk outside the house (in full view of Fire Island Blvd.). I was just pulling the dress over my undies when a couple of low-voiced ladies approached me.

image forwarded from an unknown Facebook profile.

Bachelorette #1: “I take it your headed to the party.”

Me: “Yup!”

Bachelorette #2: “Well, you should come in with us. We live there! We’ll make sure you get in.”

Me: “Should I put on the wig?”

Bachelorette #2: “Definitely.”

Bachelorette #1: “What are your shoe options?”

Me (looking sheepishly at my Timbs): “Um… I could go barefoot, I guess.”

Both: “Barefoot!”

Bachelorette #1: “Okay, you’re gonna walk in arm-in-arm with us because otherwise you might not get in. And we want to make sure hot guys get into the party. It’s mostly cleared out by now, so you won’t have to wait for the bar!”

Turns out I had no trouble getting in, and the scene that was left was pretty hilarious. It was basically older otters (in dresses and wigs) with beards and exposed chest hair. Then into a hot guy that I had hooked up with. There was an awkward half second before we both busted out laughing at how drag-trag the two of us were.

After a couple of drinks there, I went to High Tea to try to find the boys from the house. After having a few laughs with strangers, I ran into Grrber, who invited me back for a very late dinner (and of course, I hadn’t eaten yet). He and his crew were pretty much done after that, so I made it an ‘early’ night around 1.

I woke up the next day to remember that I had lost my wallet. Not that I didn’t realize it the night before: I was just hoping I was too drunk to find it inside the purse. And of course, I didn’t have enough of a signal to call AMEX and Visa to cancel my cards. So Grrber and had a couple of mimosas with his housemates before my trek back through the Meatrack. With a stop at the ATM because I had to borrow an uncomfortable amount of cash to pay my share for the house for the weekend.

Did I mention that I probably should have thought about how I was going to pay for my trip back to the City before I started buying overpriced drinks at Low Tea? Yeah.

BTW, I know you've seen pics of me on Facebook from this party. Probably more than I have. So tag the black girl with the bulge in the polka-dot dress! And if we're not friends on Facebook, well, what are you waiting for? Add me!

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