Aziza and Mer on the dance floor. This is the last picture of Meredith that I have from this party. A couple of minutes later, she demanded my co-worker Alex dip her on the dance floor and Meredith fell and SLAMMED her ankle against the corner of a step that was on the edge of the recessed dance floor! It really hurt so she decided to take a cab home. (She totally forgot that's she'd left her WALLET and KEYS in my jacket and went through HELL trying to get home on her own. My cell phone was in my jacket in the coat check room and I didn't find all this out until the next morning. Bad, drunk boyfriend for not accompanying her home!)
On the way home we visited Lisa in Nolita who was working on opening a new clothing store called Court. All of us were in the tiny back office that had an electric fan on the floor pointed upwards - which everyone know instantly forces girls to pretend they are in a Whitesnake video. Awesome!
This is the very last photo of me at my own birthday party! Right after this photo was taken, I made the mistake of having ANOTHER drink and smoking MORE pot and the room started spinning 'round like the blades of a helicopter. Instead of making a big deal about how sick I was feeling, I just grabbed Meredith and quietly told her "I'm gonna go take a couple of laps" and sneaked out of the party to wander the manicured gardens of Stuytown until I felt better.
Speaking of ONE LEG....ha! The best part about Hanger Bar (which has since closed down after not renewing the lease, noooo!) was that our friends owned it so after it closed at 4am, we'd usually hang around and keep on partying. After closing time, it it came out that John has really small feet, which of course led to him putting on Alana's shoes and showing off his MOVES! (Doing the sprinkler here, obvs).
There were hardly ANY women at the club and so any time a good song would come on, half the men would act like "girly girls" and pretend they were women and the other half of men would be "men" and dance up all in the "ladeez" business. But the fact that other cultures could perceive this as "gay" is totally lost on them. They're just trying to have fun without women around!
The highlight of my entire night (I mean besides all of the incredible conversation with Posh) was watching this gentleman, the GAYEST MAN OF ALL TIME, dancing alone against the wall in the corner for 45 minutes. I'm 90% convinced that Sascha Baron Cohen saw this man out somewhere and that he inspired the Bruno character.
Here's Lisa celebrating him! Or is has she already moved on to celebrating the Asian lady in the wicker cowboy hat? But hey, I guess it's appropriate either way. Win!
I want you to know
I said I want you to know right now, yeah!
You been good to me baby
Better than I been to myself, hey! hey!
An if you ever leave me
I don't want nobody else, hey! hey!
I said I want you to know-ho-ho-hey!
I said I want you to know right now, hey! hey!
I tried to take a photo of Meredith dancing but she jumped right as my flash went off and instead I ended up with this awesome shot of Mer's airborne boobies. Yes!
I swear that I'm not making this up. Everyone was dancing but when the guests saw that little Michael was walking towards the dance floor, they actually cleared out of the way and made a circle for him just so they could see his moves again!
...he cut in with the quickness and proceeded to light a disco inferno on the floor. He even kicked it off with a genuine "finger pointing straight up in the air" Travolta move! Check it out! Unbelievable! I thought it was gonna be downhill from there...
