Wednesday night at 7pm sharp, my cell phone rang. It was Seth. "Battjer, look out your window, we're heeeeeeeeeeere." I pulled back my bedroom curtain and instantly shuddered. After rhetorically asking myself countless times "What kind of douchenozzle would actually ever drive around Manhattan in a fucking HUMMER-LIMO?" I'd finally answered my own question. Doh. (In Seth's defense, he'd actually ordered a normal strech limo but it'd broken down and this was the only other car the company had onhand that would accomodate our group.)
After our club "experience" (I seem to recall getting treated to visually stunning dispaly of vaginal gymnastics including a woman who smoked a cigarette "down there") we hopped back into the limo and headed back to Manhattan to find something to eat.
True computer nerd that he is, Seth had brought his laptop complete with an Excel spreadsheet that listed all the NYC-area titty bars and the pros and cons of each (topless only, full nude, drinks available, etc).
With Frank properly attired, we instructed the driver to make a few victory laps around Soho so we could shoot the shit and have a few drinks before our first destination: Blue Mountain BBQ on Spring St.
Time out! On my walk up Bowery to meet Grant and the boys for a little pre-karaoke Thai dinner, I saw a white, 40ft Hummer limo parked outside of CBGBs. As I passed the open door, I was almost blinded by bling. A white Hummer stretch limo? Vision-restrictive amounts of bling? There could only be one human responsible for that - That's right, y'all, it's BIG RAY. Ray was an "investor" in a studio we built when I was a partner in on online music start-up. Turns out one of the bands he manages was playing CBGBs that night and it gave us a chance to catch up.