Click here for part I.
On Sunday, Bohoken had lunch with his mother in Queens, so I met up with some of the boys at Planet Rose karaoke. In full costume, of course. There may or may not have been a heavy-metal rendition of Lady Gaga's "Telephone" with 3 of us doing full-out choreo.
We headed to Griffin just as it was scheduled to open, which might not be what the cool kids do, but we knew there would been a line this week. Even if I'd be able to skip the line, getting 5 or 6 friends in would be a challenge.
|image from Griffin Sundays' facebook profile|
The line itself looked like backstage at Cirque du Soile, and people still had their coats on. The inside was a melee of skin, wigs and hot glue. DJ Vito Fun had his Vito Buns exposed as part of his naked chef outfit. And I think at one point I had a flirty exchange with Miss Shawn Paul Mazur, but I didn't recognize her because of the stunning drag she sported. And I don't know what the Italian guy with his pants pulled down just below his bubble ass was supposed to be, but I may or may not have lip-synched Britney's "Hold It Against Me" directly to
it him. Which may or may not have ended up more
awkward than intended because of my mask.
We stood in line again at Cielo. At the door, they were doing full pat-down searches, which was hilarious because the security guy was very hot and very straight. I'd already stripped down to my costume, and I was genuinely concerned by how un-thoroughly I was searched.
Cielo was unremarkable fun. After a few drinks there (open bar!), I stopped by G. And when very hot young guy insisted on putting his hand down my shorts (guess who wasn't wearing underwear), I insisted that he smell his hand.
He liked it.
Work on Monday was a blast! No, really. I even dressed up (a censored version, of course)!
RSTLNE reluctantly invited people to his straight roommate's Halloween party, so I brought Bohoken along. We had the most impossible task of finding something to bring because my late ass got us into Manhattan after 11. All the liquor stores were closed.
Me: "What kind of beer do white people drink? Magic Hat?"
Bohoken: "Uh, maybe Stella?"
Me: "I think we may be talking about different white people."
Bohoken: "Let's get the Stella and a Sapporo."
Me: "Definitely different white people."
RSTLNE was clearly over her
sobriety reluctance to
throw said party because she started yelling and
unbuttoning my jacket as soon as I walked in.
"I've heard about your costume all weekend! Let's see what you got, daddy! Show me that leather."
|no... plastic... bottles... EVAH!!!!|
There was a handle of Popov that was empty (I feel like I'm too old to be at the same party as a plastic bottle), but I managed to find some apple Smirnoff and ginger ale to mix together.
Five minutes later, Bohoken pointed out Bottomless Pitt. She'd dressed as Storm from X Men, but she'd already stripped off the top of her body suit. With the blonde wig (and very little makeup), she mostly looked like Rick James.
|what DID the 5 fingers say to the face...|
In her hand: the sole bottle of Sapporo we'd seen opened all night.
Around midnight, we vacated for Pieces, but after a drink there, Bohoken went home. Pitt and I ditched and took a gamble on paying to get into the Monster, which ended up being packed with guys in hot costumes.
Four drinks later, Pitt and I were stumbling to 6th Ave.
Her: "No, D. Kareem! I'm telling you, that diner's closed!"
Me: "And I'm telling you
I'm not going you're thinking
of Waverly Diner."
Her: "That's the only diner over there!"
Me: "This one isn't on 6th Ave. It's a lot or two from the corner. Right up from the McDonald's."
Her: "It's closed!"
Me: "Heifer, you've been there with me. Let's just go, and if I'm wrong, I'll pay for a cab to the next nearest one."
Did I mention the two things that felt most amazing that night: 1) being right and 2) knowing that an 8-minute PATH ride was the only thing between me and sleep? Yeah.
Click here to check out Halloween '09 (my friends and I as the Real Housewives of Atlanta).