2, 2, 2 holidays in one weekend. And mine went a little something like this:
** FRIDAY -- Scott and I went to a friend's surprise party at a loft in TriBeCa then were off to see Kylie at Avalon. Just as we were getting ready to leave the party my phone rang and my cousin (who was the reason for our going in the first place) tells me it's a madhouse at the club and the VIP area was actually filled with Very Ignorant People...not what I wanted to hear. He tells me that he's leaving and that if we still wanted to brave the bridge-and-tunnel crowd that our names were on Capitol Records list at the door. Withe the thought of standing around with the KTU crowd and my cousin not being there to introduce us to Miss Minogue, we took off our coats, threw them on the host's bed and went back to what we were doing. In an attempt to be funny, someone threw on Kylie's new CD. I then gouged that person's eyes out.
** SATURDAY -- Started my day off at a famous "Chelsea Brunch" with friends at Rocking Horse. The steak and egg burritos were just what I needed to fill the void I'd had since not eating the night before (sometimes one gets too busy to eat...) Afterwards I went home to get my shit together to spin the Shirley Q. Liquor event at The Marquee. Daddy had to be ready to set the tone for what promised to be a fun evening.
Both Betty Butterfield and Shirley Q. were alotta laughs.
Shirley Q. : I was drivin' around in my 1974 Cadillac Sammy Davis Jr. Limited Edition. It only have one workin' headlight.
The protesters in front of the entrance were at a minimum and were strangely tame this time around (as opposed to Shirley Q.'s first NYC show where they successfully shut down not only the show, but the bar as well.) The real drama came after the show. You see, after drinking like it was going out of style, Miss Q. Liquor became too drunk to do her late-night show (which she was contracted for.) The kids weren't having it. Nor was the promoter. Ugly words were spilling out of Shirley's mouth and Daniel was her target. Not wise. Luckily Sweetie and ShaBoomBoom pulled out some of their best shit and turned the disappointed crowd out. Obviously there were some professionals in the house... Don't expect to see Shirley Q. in NYC anytime soon.
I left the show and carried on with my friends at Hell to welcome our out-of-state sisters back for one night only. I got home at...it was light outside, we'll just say that.
** SUNDAY -- I slept the day away and rose from my uber-comfy bed at 3ish. I couldn't get myself out of my room. Could've been my pounding head, but that's just a guess. Later in the evening, Erik and I got an eyeful at Daniel's MAGNUM party. By eyeful I mean that we walked into a room with 7 naked men with erections dancing on the bar (all of which were required to have at least 8 inches...hence the name "magnum".) It was hot in the room both temperature and crowd wise. I ordered drinks between one of the dancers legs and Erik and I stared in amazement at a truly only-in-downtown-New York spectacle. Then I soaked up my sweat with a stack of bar naps; I was sweating like a whore in church.
These are just some of the reasons I like living in this fair city...
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