The Labor Day weekend was one filled with nonstop partying, resting, and dealing with crazy “women”. Thursday we hung out at Spice, Zentra then an afterhours at my house. Friday was me laying out in my coffin. Saturday was the return of the 67th Street Loft party, and it was nothing short of fabulous.
Sunday was the big DJ Softball Tournament (great turnout), and I am so proud of David Sabat for all his hard work. Me and my man then went to his company’s skateboarding show, and mad drama went down between him and his psycho he-she looking ex-girlfriend from the suburbs with her crying, yelling, hitting, stalking and damaging shit. I have never seen such psycho behavior in my life (apart from that big girl with the house around her neck.) And no matter how innocent I was, I was of course still attacked and called all sorts of names. Green “women” have been circling my orbit lately and I wish they’d just crash somewhere else.
I’m so glad me and my friends are above such deranged and unhinged behavior. Queens know better.