"It's important to get your balls in every shot," I advised Demanda Dahling once I saw the extra Christmas cheer in her look. She chuckled, agreed, adjusted her wardrobe malfunction in the hallway mirrors by the bathrooms at Vandam. I didn't notice her, um, balls when I first saw her upstairs. I must have overlooked them due to my sensory overload. I was also trying to dance but not fall off of the glass table I was on.
Kenny Kenny (pictured above, with DivaSteve in the foreground above right) was cutting a rug before Jonté (pictured below) showed everyone how it's done.
Celso and Jordan Fox (pictured with Celso and alone below) were giving good face.
And I was sweating up a storm downstairs well into the night morning, wishing the DJ would play more than the short vocal samples from Franklin Fuentes' "Tyler Moore Mary" and from Sweet P*ssy Pauline's notorious a cappella that he was featuring. I wanted to flit to some Queen's English like José and Luis tell it, tell it, tell it.
It was getting late so my crew and I headed over to Arrow Bar to see Drew Zailen. We wanted to close out the night East Village style, with cheap drinks in a cozy dive bar. Of course, we couldn't go home until we chased those drinks with a 5:00 a.m. diner meal, something to help absorb the night. I had the veggie burger deluxe.
