High class stip bars, faggots, feet, cock and cocaine
The subject line describes it all. My birthday, which was going to be a mellow night at the movies. Turned into MAYHEM!!!. It all started with a bottle of Jack Daniels my roomate EK got me. We downed a chilled glass each and rushed out the door to catch the 9:30 Showing of V for Vendetta. On the way there EK mentioned how for her birthday she was gonna go to the Carousel. Which was the last sleazy place to see tits in NYC. We walked all the way there from the East Village to West Side Hwy. When we showed up there was a HUGE black dude standing in frnt of the door. The name on the awning above the entrance was Mystique. It seems that NY has become even more square. Carousel is no longer around replaced is a "high class" establishment. They wouldn't let us in becuase we were too trashy.
Damn.
zzzzz what now?
We headed to the Hangar for "low Hangar Mondays" I saw one of my friends and he bought me a drink. Yes, it was very strong! After providing the clientele there with eye candy we decided to leave. But not until after a lengthy browse in Next magazine to figure out where to go. We found something soo perfect it was almost a dream come true.
"Foot Friends" A party located below the Chelsea Hotel. Upon arrival they were not going to let EK in?!?! "This is a men only party." Were like what? "This is a Gay mans Party." We both said we were gay and the door guy wished us luck and let us proceed towards the door. When we got threw the door guys the first thing we see is someone with there feet in the air getting shrimped. At that point EK was horrified, not much gets to her but feet do. So we got our drink and browsed around only to find ourselves on a two person chair by the restrooms. We had to sit and gather our thoughts. Then a pudgy fellow in his tightie whities came up to us and started rambling on about how I wasn't who he thought I was. It turned out he really liked feet and I let him suck on my dirty socks. Boy were we lucky.
After a cruise around footsies and a long chat with the promoter. Off the the Cock for the two of us....and well our sobriety was quickly diminished.
That was my birthday.
Damn.
zzzzz what now?
We headed to the Hangar for "low Hangar Mondays" I saw one of my friends and he bought me a drink. Yes, it was very strong! After providing the clientele there with eye candy we decided to leave. But not until after a lengthy browse in Next magazine to figure out where to go. We found something soo perfect it was almost a dream come true.
"Foot Friends" A party located below the Chelsea Hotel. Upon arrival they were not going to let EK in?!?! "This is a men only party." Were like what? "This is a Gay mans Party." We both said we were gay and the door guy wished us luck and let us proceed towards the door. When we got threw the door guys the first thing we see is someone with there feet in the air getting shrimped. At that point EK was horrified, not much gets to her but feet do. So we got our drink and browsed around only to find ourselves on a two person chair by the restrooms. We had to sit and gather our thoughts. Then a pudgy fellow in his tightie whities came up to us and started rambling on about how I wasn't who he thought I was. It turned out he really liked feet and I let him suck on my dirty socks. Boy were we lucky.
After a cruise around footsies and a long chat with the promoter. Off the the Cock for the two of us....and well our sobriety was quickly diminished.
That was my birthday.