Saturday Night's All Right (barely)
Weekends recently have been anti-climactic. One is too tired from the week, there are no real "event" parties, everybody's out of town, there's too much build-up, pressure, and too many damn b & t chancers. I swear, if loathing our New Jersey and Long Island invaders makes me a snob, then I accept that mantle with pride (besides, there are plenty of other reasons to call me a snob).
I begin the evening at my friend's apartment on the Upper West Side. His parents spend most of their time on the West coast, leaving their gorgeous flat on the southwest corner of 72nd empty for us to throw frequent dinner parties. This night was particularly lovely, as we ate dinner outside, consuming bottle after bottle of wine on their terrace, looking down on the Dakota.
It was also particularly amusing becuase a friend at the dinner gave me a promo advance of his new CD (review and details later in the week), and I realized the inside artist's portrait was shot by a photgrapher I dated/shagged briefly five years ago... small world.
The rest of the evening was spent running around the city, catching up with old friends, hitting birthday parties, Circa Tabac, Puck Fair, Scratcher... all smelly, crowded, all becoming a blur after the alcohol cosumption was thrown off-kilter by a whiskey shot at 330am.
Weekend nights, who needs 'em? Save them for snuggling with a girlfriend and give me a weekday for raging anytime.
I begin the evening at my friend's apartment on the Upper West Side. His parents spend most of their time on the West coast, leaving their gorgeous flat on the southwest corner of 72nd empty for us to throw frequent dinner parties. This night was particularly lovely, as we ate dinner outside, consuming bottle after bottle of wine on their terrace, looking down on the Dakota.
It was also particularly amusing becuase a friend at the dinner gave me a promo advance of his new CD (review and details later in the week), and I realized the inside artist's portrait was shot by a photgrapher I dated/shagged briefly five years ago... small world.
The rest of the evening was spent running around the city, catching up with old friends, hitting birthday parties, Circa Tabac, Puck Fair, Scratcher... all smelly, crowded, all becoming a blur after the alcohol cosumption was thrown off-kilter by a whiskey shot at 330am.
Weekend nights, who needs 'em? Save them for snuggling with a girlfriend and give me a weekday for raging anytime.
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