Busy, busy, busy. That's been my week.
As a guideline for things to really write about when I get some damn time:
1. Manhattan is the smallest island in the history of the world. If you hope/think about running into someone enough, there they'll be.
2. I won a free membership at Crunch. Though free is questionable since it's all a big ploy to get me to sign up for a real membership. They're seducing me with their wily ways. Masala Bhangra, Capoiera, Cardio Tai Funk, Cardio Striptease...they're playing some hard ball. I love that shit. We'll see if my checkbook wants to love them.
3. I've been a social animal since I've been back. I've been to all the bold faced Page Six clubs in the last couple of days and all I have to say is...boring! That's the one thing I hate about NYC: the people that get off on standing around in clubs, that are frankly not popping, in some hideous clothes that have designers laughing all the way to the bank because they have you looking like a clown, so happy that they've got some bottle service. Suckers are born every minute. I wonder if I can make some money selling some real estate. There's this nice bridge with beautiful unobstructed lower Manhattan views, real close to the Seaport...
I've been attempting to help promote in my capacity as helper for the story I will tell (just not now, pressed for time like a mofo) and it's so nerve-wracking. I do not do spontaneous meet and greet with strangers. I have to work myself up to it. But, I think there's something to be said for my style. I am indeed smooth and I can talk to people one on one really well.
4. I'm starting to feel like a fish with all the beverages that have been passing through me (alcoholic, natch). I ventured to the greatest place for happy hour yesterday. Cheap, cheap, cheap! Just the way I like it. They were giving away free beer too, not that I have any interest in the piss. I also got an email to this open bar event Wednesday. I felt all cool knowing the secret password and all that.
This weekend's going to be bananas. A Wes friend is in the middle of her week-long going away party. We went to Company, we smoked some hookah, tonight's the big dinner, and we'll be hitting up just about everywhere tonight and tomorrow. I'm also off to the Rock Steady anniversary event tomorrow afternoon, though I'm kinda bummed because I had planned to go to the Africa Fest at Celebrate Brooklyn. Ah well. Imagine me hungover and super brown and you'll feel as if you're right with me as I get drunk and baked into a crispy stupor.
As a parting note, an example of the things that I say while drunk: "Absolutely, I give a great blow job. I know how to say it in Portuguese, so I better!"
Posted by Candicissima at July 25, 2003 04:25 PM