Posts Tagged ‘67th street loft’

Psycho Bitches

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.

Finally Over!

FRIDAY
Friday night is our last night of recruiting, and we go to Vision. Nobody is really there, but Paul Johnson is banging it. I finish my Andre Hatchett article that night as well. The July issue finally goes to the printer. FREEDOM!!! CELEBRATE!!!!!!

Saturday night I am ready to annihilate myself. Me and Doug go to the Walgreens and stock up on those portable necklace fans that don’t work. We want to give them as presents because we know it will be hot as hell tonight. We then join Lugo Rosado at the Generator for drinks with Dana Powell. We do a crazy convoy to the 67th Street Loft Party and meet up with David Sabat. Steroid Stripper man has broken up with his crazy girlfriend (again), and is looking for something to do with his temporary replacement girl. I tell him he should try a southside party, and it takes me almost an hour to explain how to get there. I have invited 4 white people to 67th, 10 less than last time.

The party was cool, not as cool as the ones before. Plus steroid stripper man kept trying to get up on me even with his new girl there. First of all I hate disrespect like that and I told him to cut it out. Secondly I reminded him that I see him as just a friend and no longer my boytoy. Done is done. He couldn’t stand the fact that I was with someone I really liked and it was just too bad. I hope Ojay isn’t mad that I kept taking away her security :)

SUNDAY
Is today stripper day? Not only does steroid stripper man want to hang out, but another stripper/pornstar I used to know is in town for the night and wants to hang too. For some reason, chilling with 2 extremely hot men (physically only) does not appeal to me. I blow them both off in favor of alone time.

67th St Loft

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.