This weekend Hazel and I went to a rooftop party, crashed the Manic Panic 30 year anniversary party
, and crashed the NYC Live Earth party at the Maritime Hotel
. The rooftop party was fun, Manic Panic had free products and the Live Earth had an open bar. No rum, though.
I've been hanging out with my buddy Sheridan's group of friends - a motley mix of Jewish and Asian. We floated into the latter two parties because Hazel was "Cynthia Wong" that night. At Manic Panic, I met this sweet looking girl who turned around and had this gi-normous
tatoo on her back. Surprising - she looked like the (Chinese) girl next door.
Sheridan's out and about more than me. A few weeks earlier we went to R Bar
where I, of course, ended up talking to 22 year olds. Somehow we slipped in a limo going to Azza
. There another very sweet looking girl walked up to me, introduced herself, and asked me if I had cocaine. (?!)
I said no
but we hung out until it was time to go home. Of course, she was 22 too.
I didn't exchange info with tatoo girl, cocaine girl or any woman in the past three weeks. My social card is full and I'm swamped with work. Plus, something tells me that Ms. Right isn't going to open with, "Hi cutie - have any coke?"
My social life is entertaining, scratch is coming in and, most importantly, I'm getting sleep.
Can't tell you what all that is doing for my mood
Oh yeah, I've burned some more boats. I'm excited again
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