overbooked

last night i pretended that i was still in college when i would make plans with like 6 different people and try to fit everyone in at all these different places. it was fun.
the night began with "the meeting". something thats been needing to happen for quite awhile now. the members of the shady squad sat down to discuss our issues and revisions...
it ended up being quite a productive meeting and i feel pretty good about things tho im still pissed about the flyers. so for those of you who are our loyal followers, dont mind the new flyers for the new venue and completely disregard that my name is not listed as a dj, and possibly try to ignore the fact that they are absolutely ugly and super cheesy. but still come to our party because it will be none of those things.
anyways.
following the meet, my favorite ms red came over. the red and i did like the good native americans, the hoppin hip hoppers, the irie jamaicans, and the hippin hip hippies. we then went to therese's bday soiree at this muy interesting place called "pop burger"
.pop burger.
walk into what appears to be some snazzy burger joint, one which would belong only in chelsea, think nothing of it. continue thru to the backroom where the walls are decorated with hardwood embedded with speakers resembling car speakers. the wall behind the bar was a mirror with all these pint glasses hanging from little sticks that came out of the wall...
the clientele mostly sucked and red and i had some fun drumming up stories of why they were there in the first place. the best part were the female servers who all wore black pants and white beaters...and there was this one hottie who i couldnt keep my eyes off of. the angry, sexy, pouty eyed yet fire within, too beautiful for her own good, bitchy, older more mature much less cheese version of avril levine. ya the hotness...quite entertaining.
and we ran into kristen. kristen and i had interesting conversation of the typical kind but in a unique way...or maybe i was just high.
then off to cielo.
this was a BPM magazine party that i thought might be interesting so i had mr ali p keaton put my ass on the list. red and i went but we happened to smoke the sheesh outside so when i went in the pounding house music made me want to sit there, while inadvertently shaking my ass (still sitting), reading the new issue of BPM, and watching red dancing alone on the floor. marques wyatt was spinning tho we left before he went on because there were in fact, no free drinks.
red and i thought it would be fun to walk home...little w 12 and 9th ave to 2nd ave and 6th...so we did.
thus my night ended with a phone call to the sweets and an attempt to watch the new york documentary that i have from netflix.
then i woke up and it was 7.30am.