4/23/13 – Tuesday – NYC
Watched American Psycho (movie). Scared me. It was shot beautifully, but very disturbing. I don’t like movies that make me distrust people.
Good night out.
Arrive in the East Village at 10:59 PM.
The 13th Step.
By myself for 20 minutes before…
Kevin comes.
Get a number.
Kevin and I walk to the Meatpacking District.
Kevin leaves at 1:30 AM. I am alone.
Avenue alone.
I am nervous about the door for the entirety of the walk from the bar to Avenue. I make eye contact with the door guy (who recognizes me) as I approach. Immediately, I smile and loudly say, “Whaddap!” I put out my hand to shake his and he leaves his conversation, shakes my hand, asks if it’s just me, and then lets me in. I remember thinking, “I was worried about that!?”
I’m out of it. I give myself a pep-talk in the bathroom. I come out and approach. Within five minutes of leaving the bathroom I’m making out with a tall blonde girl. Her party is up on the special second level area. She brings me up. Upstairs, she offers me a drink. I choose to only drink orange juice. I talk with her and get her number. She then leaves with friends.
I get another number and take a lot of pictures and video.
I start talking with a tall Brazilian girl at a table downstairs. She’s eating pizza. She gives me some. We talk for a while and I’m very “on.” I get her number. A cool black guy is hitting on her friend. He likes me. We’re some of the very last people still in the club. We leave together (kind of), though my girl runs ahead. Outside, I’m pushing hard, but I’m not confident enough, so I lose the girl.
It’s 4 AM and after some hesitation, I decide try the door of 1oak. My door guy is there and he lets me right in. Snoop Dogg is throwing a party. As I’m leaving, Busta Rhymes walks in and I hang out 2 feet from him.
Home at 4:53 AM. Sleep at 6 AM. Proud that I pushed it.