Saturday night me and Lits hit up Zentra, the Generator (Lits and I did our first tag team french kiss on a gay boy), Prophouse and finally the 67th Street Loft Party. It’s Andre Hatchett’s birthday…the place is packed and the music is banging. My mini carry-on bottle of tequila was done in like 2 seconds. Damn vultures oops I mean friends. I was so hungry and thirsty that I chowed down on potato chips and beer in true cow-like fashion. I wanted to moo. Andre was wearing his t-shirt presents, one of which said “Fuck you you fucking fuck”, underneath that was another shirt that just said “fuck”, and one under that that said “You’re pretty when I’m drunk.” I’m jealous that he has friends who give him gifts like that.
Craig Loftis was telling me that there are 2 free chatlines (1 gay, 1 straight) programmed in all cell phones. He highly recommended them as good opportunities to catch tail on ugly people nights.
Hi to you guys at the party who read my blog. You know who you are. Nice limo by the way.
And as we did last time, we stayed till the very very very end…as in 3pm Sunday. Shots, potato chips, taking pictures, music, gossip, bad girl things, and more music. I love these parties.