There Was No Guest List Last Night!

It was cold and I was tweeting Logan Hardcore on 57th Street, outside Providence. She Facebooked me to say that she'd put me on her list; but according to Giovanni, the doorman, Logan didn't give him any names. Moreover, he explained to me, she gets one guest when she arrives, and she had one with her when she walked in. Giovanni just should have said, "Miss Thing, there is no guest list tonight!" No worries. I was already less than impressed by the way they only let three people trickle in at a time at 10:20 p.m. because, of course, the place must have been packed. We were lined up that early for the open bar. It was over at 11; and we're on a budget. OK?

I texted my Wonder Twin Brian Mills (pictured below) and suggested that we meet at Therapy instead so we could visit Miss-ter T-Boy, who had us shimmying at our table to Janet Jackson and Kelis--and toasting him when he sent over a bottle of champagne. Brian brought Chris (pictured farther below, with Brian in front of the blue van) along for the fantastical Saturdaying we were about to get into.

Baby Jane (pictured below) was back in town, apparently having survived Thanksgiving with the family, and texted that he was off to Eastern Bloc. We finished our drinks and hopped in a cab. I thought it best not to look as the cabbie weaved through traffic to his own soundtrack. Very loud 2Pac. With some bass that we could feel.

Epiphany (pictured below) was there, too, out of face. She came with her own Gladware® and fork. She needed some Thanksgiving leftovers to nosh on between drinks.

Johnny was a' go-going. We talked about how excited we are about throwing a new party at Uncle Charlie's new Lower East Side location on Thursday December 10th. I even joined him on stage and swung around the pole.

After a few more rounds, we decided to head over to The Cock. And I decided to point and click away along the way.

It was Saturday and after 2:00 a.m. in the East Village. Where else were we going to go? Plus, we wanted to check out Ernie Cote's party in the basement. On our walk over, we came across a blue van.

Perhaps emboldened by surviving the cab ride earlier, Brian decided to run out into traffic on Second Avenue. Or maybe it was that last drink at Eastern Bloc.

The Cock was packed and I was groped on my way to the bathroom. We had a drink downstairs with Ernie and danced in what room we could find on the main floor. I can't tell you what was playing or when Brian left. Or what happened to Chris once we went outside looking for Brian. I found myself in The Urge, closing the night out. On my way home, I stopped by Punjabi to grab my usual bowl of saag and rice. I don't even have to order it anymore.

Apparently, after I was done eating, I took ten self-portraits. I love waking up and going through my camera. I always find surprises.