Madonna at the decks at Misshapes. Who woulda ever thunk it, huh? I stuck around for the first song, but there wasn't room to dance (or even breathe), so while the place continued to go absolutely bonkers, I managed to squeeze my way back through the crowd and snuck downstairs.
Around 1am-ish, everybody cut out of Mercedes party (what do these suckas all have jobs or sumptin?) and I headed solo down to the Tribeca Grand for some weird-ass record release party. Yay.
