Jan 03, 2007 01:16
Y'know, usually I don't take the time to write things anymore but this New Year's deserves to be remembered. Firstly, because I went down to the city and got into the Pussycat Lounge with no ID, and secondly... well, we'll get to that.
First! Burlesque show extraordinaire... Drinking, dj spinnin James Brown on floor 2, third floor green room... expensive as all hell but fun. Then afterwards wandering looking for people (like Jewhawk! who was plastered... "Barry, you see this boots? How dya think it taste?), driving around the city (bad idea), and sleeping next to Ilana in the back of the car (sweet god, my BACK!). Then the next day we pull up to the warehousepartment Brittney and Diana were staying in and, secondly... it's on fire. So two hours and eight fire engines and three fancy cigarettes and one tall chai latte, no foam later, we got the stuff we left in their place out, I gave Ilana a ride to god knows where... someplace in Maryland, I think. And I got the eff up out of there in my new suited hotness. Good times!
Everyone else... shaaaaaaaame.