NYE IN NYC / ‘08 = RADICAL!
The shortened tale went something like this. Me and my two chicks (Dana the Kitten and the little babe Celine) go to a loft party in Chinatown. Dana’s good friend who is throwing the party decides it ain’t for him and doesn’t show. Dana says, “WTF” but Celine and I don’t give a care and I make martinis with champaign toppers and it’s starting get good. We chill like little old kittens for a while and then the New Year rolls in! We rock out and I tell the DJ to put on RATATAT’S WILDCAT. He obliges me. Masha and the sweet musk Alida roll in and babes are everywhere and loving it. We drink a suckle from the ice louge. I never heard of that before but its an ice slide that the liquor makes its way down and then into the mouth of the beast. A great parlor trick for sure.
Moments later we roll out to the lower east side and into THE DARK ROOM. Total MUSK all over. It really is dark. Dana looses her possessions including her phone and her wallet and we say, “WTF” all upset like. THEN, she goes back into THE DARK ROOM and finds all the stuff on the ground and we go, “UNREAL!”. High fives all around. Moments later we are off to some other lower east side haunt and its 4:30AM but I quit drinking after the louge so I’m not yet asleep. People are all over the place on the street and things are still going on. It was as if some people went out at 11:59PM and just stayed out 4-EVA. We paid no mind. After this place we go up to a GYRO TRUCK that said, “Hey listen, nothing here is for you. We are closed.” I said, “Hey Mr. can’t we have some pickles?” And he too obliges me and hands me a big carry out box full of pickles. Dana and I eat our fill and then give the rest to hungry NYC peeps and end it all right there.
TAH DAH! In short: Babes, Ice Louges, Bars, OH NO WTF, Pickles!
And it was good. Welcome ‘08, I’ve only known you for 3 days but I really really like you.
4 years ago