a commercial break
from our regularly scheduled apartment hunting.
briefly: chelsea wanted more info about me to send on to her roommates and told me she'd get back to me after she'd discussed my offer with them. have no idea if that's a good thing, but at least it's not a flat out "i didn't like you enough to make a deal like this with you."
also: left message with adonis as planned but have yet to hear back.
so let me tell you a little story about this fabulous girl who happened upon this bar. she'd never noticed this bar before so stepped on in with her other half, justin (the most fabulous gay man ever, the Will to my Grace). the bartenders were friendly, they were serving up awesome blackberry mojitos for a cheap cheap $7, there was an amazing garden with trees and patio tables and perfect lighting, it was in the incredibly trendy meatpacking district. "what's the name of this place?" the fabulous girl asked. "oh, we've only been open for three days. we got our liquor license early so opened early. we don't even have a name yet, we have to wait until the owner gets back from italy. here [places drinks in front of justin and fab girl], i just invented this blueberry caipirinha, these are for you to try." several amazing and free drinks followed. the night was magical and fabulous girl promised to come back soon and to bring friends.
true to her word, fabulous girl rounds up 10 of her closest friends and, having raved about this amazing new bar she'd discovered before anybody else, they all go the next night. they decide to sit in the garden where more blackberry mojitos were ordered. "that'll be $10 each" the waitress said. justin and faublous girl exchanged wary glances. after all, the amazingly affordable drinks in a usually pretentiously high-priced area had just become considerably less appealing. by twelve, the place was packed with posers all the annoying uber trendy people that give fab girl a rash. they leave disappointed at having seen, if only briefly, what a really good bar is and, true to new york form, also it's demise in a single 48 hour period.
in reality folks, it was truly tragic. i was naive to think that it would have lasted for even a fourth night i suppose. fucking sucks. it had a fairy tale beginning, that's for sure.
and last night i went out and had the best time i'd had in AGES. justin and another gay friend of mine, brian, brought me to their favorite sunday night gay party. it was amazing! i'm used to female go-go dancers that don't interest me, being molested while dancing and generally caring too much about who is there and whether i look okay. not here folks. i didn't bother to shower, nobody grabbed me uninvited on the dance floor and the go-go dancers were these chiseled guys with huge dicks (i.e. entertainment for the ladies). the music was great. i was a sweaty mess and didn't care. it was totally liberating to just go out and know nobody was ogling me in a way i didn't like, that they were barely looking at me at all. i did get a few compliments on the boobs. i've found that gay men seem to like boobs just as much as straight men, if not more. in all, it was an absolutely divine evening.