New York, New York (Part #2)

WARNING: This posting may not be the most accurate account of events. It may be inaccurate because of my vodka tonic induced vision, my hyper-dance-happy-ass-grabbing ways, my writing a second/third hand accounts of the night, you get the picture.

After a pretty tame, but entertaining 24 hours it was time to boogie down. The party to-end-all-parties was at the No Malice Palace, a bar in what used to be called Alphabet City. A neighborhood that was once filled with crack dens and homeless junkies, was now full of chic bars. At nine pm, the place was still very quiet. ET#2 and I, staked a our place in the back. Some friends had already arrived. We chatted a bit with everyone.

I scared the crap out of Kentak3's friend E. He had arrived with his with his wife. As he scanned the room for a familiar face, and attempted to walk out I yelled "E, this is the right party. I don't think you remember me, I am ET#1." He had this puzzled look which he shook off quickly. "Of course, ET#1. This is my wife L." We had not seen eachother in 9 years. We talked about his life as a surgeon, he made googoo eyes over his wife and L and I chatted about what E was like before her.

But that encounter with E was indicative of how much of the night went. I scared lots of people with my overly friendly voice. I talked to some of ET#2's New York friends. I chatted with Manolo's friends. I made new friends at the bar who apparently bought me many drinks throughout the night. It was his birthday too.

Okay so I admit it this is when details of the night start to get a little fuzzy. I left the outside porch area because I felt the need to dance. The music was quality 90's hiphop. And so I shook my groove thing, drank whatever someone passed to me, and danced some more.

By this time most of the party moved inside, because the outside porch area was getting too loud. I have this image in my head of twirling around my head and seeing, ET#2, Kentak3, Evil, Mr. Shoulders, E and L, standing in a line drinking their libations. ET#2 and B told me the next day that apparently I was a little grab happy. Grabbing what you may ask, why the male gluts who were dancing with me. One boy in particular seem to be in my interest a European names Gu. The next morning I confirmed with ET#2 that he was the best looking man on the dance floor, although his sexual orientation was up for grabs. Literally. I was okay with that. I just needed to confirm that I did not lower my standards after too many vodka tonics.

When I decided to take a little break from the dance floor, I saw a friend of mine from grad school. P came with his brother. I was so happy to see him because, P, as a general rule, avoids loud places. We chatted for a while, and I scared his poor brother.

Then back to the dance floor. Flirted with the DJ. More drinks. More bemused looks from the Columbia gang.

At about 3:30am it was time to leave. We all congregated outside the bar to say farewell. I might have fell asleep/passed out while giving Manolo a hug. But let's be realistic he is soft like a teddy bear, and he makes a good stand nap stand. Someone went on a hunt for my purse. Luckily, ET#2 was holding it the whole time.

Thanks to ET#2 BF, we got to ET#2's apartment safely. The next morning at 8:30am I heard ET#2 get up. Crap. I thought. I was not in the best of shape, but I had to get up because I assumed ET#2 wanted to go running. I came out of the room and said, "I'll be ready in a minute."

ET#2 glared at me. "Don't go be ridiculous." She went back to bed. I spent the rest of the morning shivering from alcohol withdrawal in front of the television watching "Madagascar" in Spanish.

Eventually, I recovered and ET#2 and BF got out of bed. The Evil Twins went down to Broadway to catch a showing of "Curtains." We were by far the youngest people in the sold out theater. A blessing really, because the theater was a little too cold and old people have no qualms about complaining to management.

I met up with B, S, and C and it was another road trip this time back to Boston. Spring break had reinvigorated me. Let's summarize: 4 bars, 7 meals, 15 alcoholic beverages, 10 hours with a baby, 48 hours with friends, met up with at least 11 old friends, 9 years since I had seen some of them, 1 slightly damaged car, 1 Broadway show, 4 miles walked, 5 hours on subway, 6 hours total sleep, and 1 very happy ET#1.