Early evening at Pierot. The free booze was flowing like mud at this point so a few us told the bartenter to just keep putting shots of vodka on the bar and we started passing them out throughout the party. Things go ugly quick.
Fast-forward five days to Thursday. The show is being re-aired for the third time in a week and this time we gathered at the swank digs of Tony Meyer (lead Spring Street investor and all around macking pimp...seriously, this guy puts Bruce Wayne to shame).
I had been in bed sick for a week, but I was going to be damned if I missed gathering with my co-workers at Nerve's swanky SoHo offices to watch the first ever airing on Saturday the 19th.
