DANCIN WITH MYSELF

Last night I went to my good friend Brian Newmans show and had an amazing time. Before which I went to my good friend Chris Santos' restaurant and had an equally amazing time eating amazing food. After which I retired to my bar Ludlow Manor and had an even more amazing time. I was dancing to amazing music and drinking amazing American beer. At this point I would like to discontinue the use of the word amazing in this blog.

I used to hate the word blog. But I've learned to embellish it. I mean shit, what the fuck else am I going to call it? 

All of my good friends were there including TJ the Jew who I haven't seen in nearly a month.

To the random blonde girl that seemed more interested in getting into my bed than dancing the night away, I salute you.

To the cab driver that twice tried to take me to the FDR after my having told him exactly which route I wanted to go, go fuck your mother. I'm glad I got out of your peice of shit cab and found someone who was willing to go the correct route.

To my good friend who reminded me about the fact that I told a cab driver to go fuck himself for taking the wrong route… thank you for remembering what is a blur to me.

At this point I'm hovering somewhere between tired and hungry, drunk and hungover, awake and asleep.

I'm glad I have this blog to share this momemt with you. Have an amazing New Years Eve.

Something tells me I'll be back later today.

[I'm posting this song but before I do so I would like to point out that it is not about dancing, but rather about masturbation]