The parties the thing, I’ve come to realize that New York runs on a series of events, we’ll I’ve always known that. There came a time - few years back, when I fell into a group that valued the number of parties they got invited to on any given night. It got old quickly.
Part of getting my play and writing career off the ground has been the cocktail party circuit, that ubiquitous world of inspiration and connection. Frankly I find both.
I went to another Spin Cycle event, Chip has been effective in wrangling me out of my Hells Kitchen bar hoping, 49 Grove opened a Wed night party with a Cosmo open bar. So I needed to be there.
I have one phrase to describe the event – den of iniquity. In a good kind of way. There are always the usually suspects at fun parties and I bumped into two ex’s and so did my friend, the air kisses flashed as they got engulfed by the crowd and once again left me. I vaguely thought of Andy Warhol milling around with his entourage at a party much like this, back in the Factory days (I can dream can’t I)
As the bar got crowded, the models came in, real models, make heads spin, or at least runway models and some print, in any case, my head spun and everyone else's as well. I talked to one; he was new to the city and had been just recently “discovered”. I found myself old in his presence. They’re model manager was busy wrangling them in as the eager boys danced their way through the crowd.
The spectacle is always fun, the dance and the crowd and the mingling to loud music. I also got to dance, something I’ve done very little of recently and I got very close to kissing a boy before giving up and going home.
All and all a good time, I’m glad to say that the nights of forced isolation are over for a while. I’m so poor though.
Dude! Don't say your poor. Being poor is a state of mind, and I doubt you're poor in that way. You just have some financial difficulties right now, and that's it!
Posted by: Kiks | July 22, 2006 at 10:57 AM