On Friday, my roommate and I were on The List at Kanye's new club, Mr. West. We took a car there with the cutest effing driver ever, Luisa. I told her I wanted to cast her in my film as a santeria woman. She laughed all the way over the Williamsburg Bridge. It was so good. She sang "Celebration" by Kool and the Gang. Jesse tried to get her to come in with us, but sadly she had to return to driving people around.
So after standing outside waiting for our friend, the promoter, to come fetch us, we finally got in. This was my first time being on the list instead of seating people on it....this past AugustI did a stint at Highline Ballroom as a bottle girl. Needless to say, I knew how the club worked, but I was gonna let myself enjoy it.
Well, first of all, wow. Black everywhere, lights galore, leather banquettes, celebrity sightings. I
met Keenyah from America's Next Top Model. I remember remarking how unremarkable the GoGo dancers were, and how much better we were. Keenyah was so nice and wore a gigantic fur hat.Last Night's Party was lurking around. I'm a bit worried about my black lamé leggings and the flash and the inevitable undie shot. Oh GOD. I'm also worried about the picture of me making my roommate drop his screwdriver on some Jersey bitches' head ending up on Gawker. Do I care? Not really. I also accidentally burned Lilly Donaldson with my cigarette. Oops.
Anyways, we headed home kind of early. Mostly because my liver was beginning to hurt. So, my roommate and I threw our drunk asses into a cab. There's one part of the night that really sticks out to me. We were somewhere in SoHo. Maybe it was The Village. It was unimportant at the time, but we were at a stoplight. Anyways, I spotted a man and a woman on the corner, speaking to each other in sort of strange terms. The woman looked like she was gonna cry, so I rolled down the window and yelled, "KISS HER! KISS HER!" over and over again.
Soon, Jesse joined in on the yelling, and the man kissed her. The man grabbed her by the face and kissed her. We cheered and as the cab pulled away, we were still kissed. That moment will stick with me for the rest of my life, and I hope for them as well.
We went home. I did my usual two-bottles-of-gatorade-and-a-handful-of-ibuprofen deal. I also ate an entire pizza and drank three cups of tea. Passed out and then SATURDAY CAME.
On Saturday, I woke up and called my friend. I decided to take Charlie on an adventure to one of my favorite places in Manhattan: 77th and Lexington.
77th and Lex is one of the most magical places in the world. You're surrounded by all the things that make the city the city. Anyways, there's a yummy deli called "Hot N Crusty" (it's a chain but the pizza is bangin') and a puppy store and a candy store called "Heavenly Delights". Charlie and I ate pizza and looked at the cutest pups in the world and bought candy.
Oh man, let me tell you: green sour belts, candy pomegranates, peanut butter malt balls, salty licorice, licorice allsorts, sour fruit salad, candy rocks. I have a real weakness for candy, and at $6.50 for a half pound of it? Yeah. Can't get enough.
After we got our sugar fix, we walked to the park. Everyone was out, after all, it was a beautiful day. And so, we walked. We walked past and in the dried-up boat pond. We walked past carriages and bikers and families, past the Alice in Wonderland statue, pedicabs and fountains. We walked past a proposal by the reservoir and watched it happen, the knee, the kiss, the ring going on. That made me happy. We walked past the douchey rich kids home on spring break talking about facebook, we walked past baby strollers and Eastern European tourists and all the way into the Upper West Side. I'll tell you, I have a real love for uptown Manhattan, especially the West Side.
We ended up on 72nd, so I figured...why not hit up Riverside Park? If you're not familiar with Riverside Park, get acquainted. Yes, it's a view of New Jersey. But more importantly, it's just length and lengths of beautiful shoreline. We hit up my buddies Roger and Roli at West and headed all the way down to Riverside Drive, right by Trump Towers.We walked to the end of the pier and watched the sun begin to sink into the river. Cold, windy, totally no fun for someone who lives in an incubator of a room like me. But was it pretty? Totes.
The rest of the night was sort of unremarkable compared to the walking adventure we went on. It consisted of ordered chinese from my favorite place EVARR. General Tso's for him, scallion
pancake and bao buns for me. Oh, and besides Chinese, it also involved Ghostbusters and discussing how different Jewish (mine) and Catholic (his) families are.I went home at a reasonable hour, 1:30, attempted reaching all my friends. They were all in Bushwick and we know mama don't go past the Lorimer stop. So I passed out. What's a better way to end a perfect day than an extra few hours of sleep in the morning?
Don't answer that, you sick bastard.
So that, my dears, was my weekend. What's in store for this one? Another Mr. West night, that's a given, and my classmate's birthday party in DUMBO. Bringin' mad heads for both.
Oh yeah, and working on that Kubrick paper.
-miss pepper
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