the aforementioned shower partner (Sandblast '11 Part II)

Click here for Part I.

The Sandblast beach party was jumping by the time I got there. Just about everyone was shirtless and sweating like crazy, which, of course, made everyone look hotter. It was pretty damn packed, and I recognized boys from Grindr the City left and right. Not to mention porn star Eric Rhodes and non-porn star Carson Kressley.

I opted to stay off the dance floor (as fun as it looked, the heat with the alcohol was draining), but I did hang with Justin Luke by the bar (in the shade!). He took me over to the tent for Camp, a gay camping/partying weekend in PA aimed at a 30-and-under crowd, and introduced me toDC/PA promoter James Tate. His team of tent go-goes all looked amazing in their Aussie Bum speedos!

After a few hours at the party, I went back to the room for a much-needed rinse before I headed to the Empress, which was surprisingly dull at that point. Then again, the outdoor dance floor at the Beach Party was still packed when I passed by on the way.

We all ended up meeting back at out hotel room to customize the "I love NY" tshirts that AdamFaceHunt had picked up for us. I tried to do a cool crisscross pattern thing, but it ended up being a slight disaster.

The others headed to the Empress for dinner (and to get a wrist band to avoid the cover for Paradise) while Morehead and I cabbed it to a friend of a friend's BBQ at a beautiful house that happened to be a few miles from the hotel. Our hosts and food were both amazing, and between the Limoncello and 'porn shots' (you pour some kind of German pixie stix powder in your mouth, take the shot and swish it before swallowing), we were more than ready to join our boys and head back to the Empress.

. o (Did SEPTA just get out of the shower with a kid I recognize from Pieces? Oh my.)

Now, I'm not one for trying to sweet-talk my way into a door at a club, but when I saw that line down the block, I figured our group costume had to give us some kind of social currency.

Me: "Hey! So you see how festive my friends and I are! All for your party! Can you let us in, man?"

Bouncer: "Well your friends have wristbands, so they can go in that entrance over there."

Me: "Cool, what about my friend and I here? We're trying to make a group entrance!"

Him: "Look, you have that blog, right?"

Me: "TheBlackoutBlog.com! That's right!"

Him (opening the velvet rope): "Yeah, I thought I recognized you. Come on in."

Me: "Nice! Thanks man!"

Apparently I'm huge on the Jersey Shore. But not huge enough to avoid that $15 cover.

image from Enrique's facebook profile 

We met up with the other boys and all headed for the dance floor, but after a few songs, everyone kind of split off to do various fruit loops. I ended up hanging out with Enrique (owner of Face2Face spa in Chelsea) and his crew for most of the night.

When I got back to the room, SEPTA and the aforementioned shower partner were on the pull-out couch, which left me with a queen bed to myself!

Did I mention what I found in the bathroom?

Yeah.

Coming up in Part III, the Sunday pool party, the after-party with the Maverick Men and what happened after I missed the last train back to Manhattan. 

Click here to check out my sketchy trip to Chicago.