4:11 a.m. - Aug. 25, 2002
Number 1/ Number 11
Yes, I'm writing a journal entry at 4am. No, I'm not on drugs. In fact, this evening I didn't even drink.
Last night, however...
eXCELLENT time. I was in a fucked mood, as was Rob. But we decided to put the past behind us and make the most of that MOMENT FORWARD.
I rolled into the office Friday around noon. I worked til (I dunno) 3PM?
But, I felt like I was entitled after babysitting my unconscious boss in her hotel room til 1AM, after working all freakin day and night long the night before. Both Wednesday & Thursday were hellacious work days. Good stress but lots of work and a lot of running around (quite literally).
After my short ass day at the office on Friday, I headed over to Rob & Robin's apartment. I waited outside for Rob to get home...and chatted up the cutest guy. He was outside their apartment, panhandling. I gave him a couple of bucks and asked him if I could hang with him for awhile. I'm sure we looked like quite the odd couple. Total cutie. James. About an hour later, Rob came home.
Chris & Michelle are moving to Boston. Their group was meeting at the apartment, before going out. Met a whole group of groovy ass people. Completely hit it off with this crazy dude, Kirk. When we went to Madame X's, he and I sat in a corner and made each other laugh until our bellies ached. Of course, it helped that he was drunk. I wasn't. Not really. I seemed to be immune. Well, abd other things...
Madame X has a really cool litle back patio. Lisa's friends John & Carolyn picked her up from the airport and met us out. The four of us sat outside FOREVER. From there, we split from the group. Ended up at some bar of which I will never remember the name. Then at yet another little place called Drinkland. That place was pretty cool. Danced a bit. Chatted up a very dark skinned black guy with the biggest smile. Richmoind. Anohter 23 year old cutie. He told me I was beautiful - twice. Three times? Whatever. He also hinted that he was interested in a one night stand with me. No thanks.
I got back to the apartment sometime after 3AM. I called the boys, to see of they wanted to continue to party, but they had a party of their own going on. When I got out of the cab, I got to talkeing with these two people that were just hanging out. One girl (her name is Cloud) was singing Acapella on the corner. Next to her was a guy with a guitar case (closed, he wasn't playing), just watching her. The three of us - total strangers - just all happened to be at that same place, at the same time, all interested in an encounter with other stabrgers. Hell, I thought they were together. But no. Ends up his grew up in Alief - near to where I grew up, in Houston. Talk about synchronicity.
When I ATTEMPTED to unlock the door to the apartment, the chain was on. I heard the boys scrambling. When they let me in, they were not alone. They had brought home a HUGE mother fucker. Tall and broad and thick. Both Rob & this guy (Ollie) jumped up and began to put their clothes back on. Robin didn't move. He just sat there half naked on the sofa. I them all that I was completely fine with what was going on and to PLEASE not stop on my account. Gay porn on the tv too. I sat down and watched it, thinking they would get back to what tey were doing before I interrupted.
But, no such luck. This Ollie fellow jumped up, eyes wide, and started explaning how HE WAS NOT GAY...and thus began the inquisition. Of me, not him. He was WIRED. He must;ve asked me a million fucking questions in a matter of minutes - and then he asked the same questions all over again. And he would tell the same lame stories over and over again. All night. We all stayed up and partied til lmost 5AM. Wowee. THis guy Ollie was a total fucking wired freak. He kept asking me stupid shit like, "Can I lick your stomach?" He also really liked my feet. When I was drifting off to sleep, he told me that I looked like a Boticelli - and like an angel.
This morning we couldn't get rid of him. We finally KICKED HIM OUT early this evening.
Ah, Saturday. Layed on the sofa FOREVER, recovering from the night before. Had a bit of a brunch (bagel w/ cream cheese) and then started all over again. Met Lisa, John & Carolyn at Bar 6. Drank for awhile. Rob & Robin both crashed early so I went out without them.
Tonight we went to a warehouse party, complete with aerial dancers, fire eaters, fire jugglers, live DJs, and young beautiful people that all danced like their asses were on fire. Never seen dancing like this before. Is that because I am not a raver and I don't go to the industrial dance clubs? Or, is this a NYC phenomenon? Hmmm...don't really know yet.
Had a great time. I do not want to leave.
I LOVE New York.
