Because I had one of those nights that people write about and make movies where 13 year old kids get high and watch it and cite all of the catchy phrases.
Went to ** last night at the C with N, after hours of going back and forth of whether or not I wanted to go, since the boy was here and I didn’t want to ditch him. But I did, because I got the chance to perform, and that always seems to rule all.
** is a fetish party. Last night’s theme was x-mas, except only half were dressed. I drank three red bull vodkas and couldn’t figure out why nothing was happening, so I had a fourth and then I couldn’t figure out why I had a fourth. This party was overrun with gorgeous women and not so gorgeous men, unless they were the half-dressed gay go-go dancers (who I grew to love by 6 am). It took forever for us to go onstage, because, well, that’s what happens at the D, apparently. N had a “Santa Baby” act, burlesque-style, and I was to play her “girlfriend” who bought her a vibrator for christmas. It was so incredibly fulfilling being on stage again. Getting cheered on, feeding off of N’s energy and trying to read her cues without looking like I was trying to read her cues. Noticing how nothing choreographed actually goes as planned, but that is just how these things go, and that is why these things work. Once age discrimination no longer hits me in the rear, I’m going to perform at these sort of things and make a damn name (inherently a stage name) for myself.
Once my pants were off (in a skimpy little outfit that showed off my assets), girls were very eager to kiss me. On stage, in back dark corner, by the bathrooms, wherever they preferred. Best compliment of the night was “I like your face.” (Later, at breakfast, I told her I liked her face, too). The girls were cute, my legs ached, and then we all got kicked out at 4 AM. There was talk about food “chinois” open 24\7. So 9 of us (we counted this numerous times like sesame street in a drunken stupor) piled into a station wagon driven by the mohawked girl who liked my face’s boyfriend. The gay go-go boys were in the back, being adorable. We all laughed at each other and the ride seemed to take forever because none of us wanted it to end. Journey came on so we opened up the windows and rode through chinatown blasting it. I hate Journey, but at the time, I loved it.
When we got out of the car at the Chinese place, we all continued dancing to it, in the middle of the street. Two boys across the way asked us if we were from Hoboken. Do people in Hoboken do this? Shit, lemme move there.
The chinese place told us that we couldn’t eat there, supposedly because they were closed, but we knew that was a lie. So we piled back in and drove to Y Cafe.
It was the girl-who-looks-like-a-mini-Penelope-Cruz’s birthday, so nice boyfriend of mohawked-girl got her a cake. On our way, we picked up another mohawked girl, named A, and two not-so-attractive men who seemed to be stalking her. We all squished around the table and ate sexy cake and ordered lots of food and made out with each other, again.
The night died down and the drunks were getting sleepy so they paid their check and I kissed mohawked girl and told her I’d visit in Boston. The boy stopped by and I ordered him French toast (cause I know that’s his favorite). I felt so bad that he couldn’t join in (age discrim, once again), but we’ve been talking about it and things seem to be back on track.
It was a wonderful night to end the semester. I slept until 6:30 pm today and now I should be studying, but instead I’m replaying everything over and over again, like that movie I used to watch when I was 13 that I knew all the words to. Boy and I had one of those talks today regarding my sexual deviance and how I get paid for sexual stuff. It turned out well. I told him that I made twice rent and didn’t tell him how, but he knows. He’s amazing. I’m really fucking surprised that I could find someone as understanding and sweet as him. He knows I love him, he also knows I’m a nut, and he’s alright with that :)
