Krispy Kremes With A C-List Celebrity (And other New York stories)
I find myself with no choice but to take the time to sit down and write an entry today. The past few days have been fairly jam-packed with stories to tell, and the next few days promise to be even more so. So, for the sake of my sanity I've decided to sit down and share some of the events of the week, thus far, with my dear blog readers. ;)
Sunday night I got an email informing me about an extra ticket to the Daytime Emmy Awards that was mine if I wanted it. The problem is that the awards are tommorrow, and finding out on Sunday night gave me barely enough notice to prepare. An outfit must be picked out, hair must be done, and I have to put myself in a frame of mind to network and yet try to have fun at the same time. (Natch, me being me, none of these things are still done.)
Monday night was work at the Mexican joint ... At one point during the evening, I had two tables of hot guys (and their friends) sitting side by side. At table one was an incredibly gorgeous, and quite polite gay guy who was getting sloshed with his friends on Margaritas. At table two was another cute gay guy who I was doing my best to flirt with throughout their dinner and drinks and whose "fag hags" seemed to find me witty and funny.
Well as soon table one finally left, the peeps at table two were all abuzz about who had been sitting there. Apparently, the incredibly gorgous, and quite polite gay guy was a judge from "America's Top Model" and they were all drooling over him.
As I'd never seen the show, and didn't know who he was till after he left I didn't really have much interest ... but it's still a neat story to tell nonetheless.
After getting out of work around midnight, I headed to the internet cafe in Times Square to check email and such. Out of boredom (shut up bitches!) I decided to hang out in the gay.com chat rooms for a bit.
I started chatting with a cute boy, who as it turns out was also in the same internet cafe. After typing back and forth for a bit, we decided to meet outside and perhaps go for a drink.
He came out finally, as I was almost finished with my smoke and we chatted for a few. He was cute, and also seemed very nice. I surmised that I wasn't going to be brutally murdered if I went to hang out with him ... so off we went to Barrage, a trendy mid-town gay bar where we parked ourselves on a comfy leather couch and chatted for almost two hours.
He declared himself a bit of a "Gay NYC C-List Celebrity", as he's somewhat popular amongst a core group of fans here in the Big Apple. He's in a band (actually, he mostly IS the band) and is very passionate about his music.
We were chit chatting when his cell phone rang, and after checking messages he began scrolling through his phone book looking for a number. I joked with him that had I been back in NYC longer, I would probably have been able to pick out at least one person from his phone who he knew. (It's a weird biproduct of knowing a lot of people, wherever it is I chose to call home.)
No sooner had the words come out of my mouth when I caught a familiar name on his screen. Yes, an ex of mine, who I had helped moved to NYC many, many years ago and who has now become a big of a popular club DJ. "Band Boy" is having him DJ a big promotional party he has coming up and we laughed about the irony of the situation.
After leaving the bar we wandered around midtown, and somehow fell upon the subject of poppers. (For those of you who don't know what those are, ask a gay friend.) He suggested it'd be "fun" to stop at one of 8'th Avenues porn shops and pick some up ... just to do for fun.
At this point I was sensing that this guy was actually pretty cool. And there was definitely a chance of us hooking up. But I wasn't sure that was going to be a good idea... I don't have time to like anybody right now, and not much interest in doing so ... and I feared if I hooked up with this guy that I might end up digging him ... even just a little.
But we bought poppers, and headed back to his place. He showed me his messy but colorful room, and we chatted for a few minutes before breaking out the poppers. Kissing came next. And then ... well I'll spare the gory details. We didn't do anything too serious, but there was definitely some play goin on.
Afterwards, I decided to make a rather hasty retreat.
"Why don't you stay?" he asked, cuddling up to me and preparing to go to sleep. "My bed is super comfy."
I knew I shouldn't. It wouldn't help the whole "aloof" thing I was trying to pull off... but it was comfortable ... and I was comfortable. And so I stayed.
The next morning we woke up and he had a craving for Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Now there's a location in Chelsea where they bake them and sell them fresh and hot right out of the oven. This was what he wanted. So I through on a hat, and we took a nice 20 block walk down to Chelsea, where I sat and watched him gourge himself on SEVEN doughnuts, knowing that it was a bad sign I found this more adorable then disgusting.
We said goodbye on the corner as he got back on the subway, and I headed back to my hotel. It was a cool night, and as I walked down 8'th avenue I thought to myself that if that's all it was, then it still wasn't such a terrible thing.
Does this mean I'm growing up? That I'm maturing? That I might finally have other priorities in life rather then being in a relationship?
Yeah, I think it might. But the jury isn't all back yet ... more to come on this notion another time.
The next day at work was a double, and quite eventful. A woman at one of my tables was on her way to see a show playing across the street. "Altar Boys", a new off-Broadway show that's been getting a lot of buzz.
"I hear it's great," I said, making chit-chat.
"Would you like a free ticket?" she ressponded.
As it turns out her friend is the producer and she has a couple of free tickets and is trying to get word of mouth to spread about the show. I couldn't go last night, but she gave me her card and told me to call her because she had a free ticket for Thursday (tonight) as well.
WOW! A nice gesture... but it turned out not to be the nicest of the week.
Finally after a long night of tequilla and salsa, Doug (the other queer at work) and I decided to go out for a drink. We took turns buying rounds, watching a drag show (my first one in a LONG time) and chatting.
During the conversation I mentioned that I was staying in a hotel while apartment hunting and Doug performed what might be the "kind act of the week" in my book.
As it turns out, he's living in a 2 bedroom apartment by himself for the next two weeks, and had a spare bedroom.
"No sense you wasting your money on a hotel, you can come stay with me."
And so at 3 in the morning, we hopped on the subway, traveled down to the village, got my stuff and headed up to his place.
His apartment is a block away from the restaurant and only a few short blocks from my other job, so it's mega convenient. Plus now I have two weeks to put some serious money aside for a place to live. A very kind act from a co-worker, that not only helped me out a lot, but touched me as well.
If I ever hear anyone say that New Yorkers are rude or unkind one more time, I may just have to slap them in the face.
So ... that brings me to today. A big birthday bash for a friend tonight (where the guest list reads like a who's who of the NYC theater industry) and then a pre-emmy party afterwards. Then tommorrow, the mad search for a tux and a haircut and what will probably be a last minute dash to Radio City Music Hall for the big event. I'm so nervous that I almost had a panic attack this afternoon.
But... it's my life...and I'm living it again. Sometimes exciting ... but never boring. And ya know what? I'm having a fucking blast!
I heart New York! :)
Sunday night I got an email informing me about an extra ticket to the Daytime Emmy Awards that was mine if I wanted it. The problem is that the awards are tommorrow, and finding out on Sunday night gave me barely enough notice to prepare. An outfit must be picked out, hair must be done, and I have to put myself in a frame of mind to network and yet try to have fun at the same time. (Natch, me being me, none of these things are still done.)
Monday night was work at the Mexican joint ... At one point during the evening, I had two tables of hot guys (and their friends) sitting side by side. At table one was an incredibly gorgeous, and quite polite gay guy who was getting sloshed with his friends on Margaritas. At table two was another cute gay guy who I was doing my best to flirt with throughout their dinner and drinks and whose "fag hags" seemed to find me witty and funny.
Well as soon table one finally left, the peeps at table two were all abuzz about who had been sitting there. Apparently, the incredibly gorgous, and quite polite gay guy was a judge from "America's Top Model" and they were all drooling over him.
As I'd never seen the show, and didn't know who he was till after he left I didn't really have much interest ... but it's still a neat story to tell nonetheless.
After getting out of work around midnight, I headed to the internet cafe in Times Square to check email and such. Out of boredom (shut up bitches!) I decided to hang out in the gay.com chat rooms for a bit.
I started chatting with a cute boy, who as it turns out was also in the same internet cafe. After typing back and forth for a bit, we decided to meet outside and perhaps go for a drink.
He came out finally, as I was almost finished with my smoke and we chatted for a few. He was cute, and also seemed very nice. I surmised that I wasn't going to be brutally murdered if I went to hang out with him ... so off we went to Barrage, a trendy mid-town gay bar where we parked ourselves on a comfy leather couch and chatted for almost two hours.
He declared himself a bit of a "Gay NYC C-List Celebrity", as he's somewhat popular amongst a core group of fans here in the Big Apple. He's in a band (actually, he mostly IS the band) and is very passionate about his music.
We were chit chatting when his cell phone rang, and after checking messages he began scrolling through his phone book looking for a number. I joked with him that had I been back in NYC longer, I would probably have been able to pick out at least one person from his phone who he knew. (It's a weird biproduct of knowing a lot of people, wherever it is I chose to call home.)
No sooner had the words come out of my mouth when I caught a familiar name on his screen. Yes, an ex of mine, who I had helped moved to NYC many, many years ago and who has now become a big of a popular club DJ. "Band Boy" is having him DJ a big promotional party he has coming up and we laughed about the irony of the situation.
After leaving the bar we wandered around midtown, and somehow fell upon the subject of poppers. (For those of you who don't know what those are, ask a gay friend.) He suggested it'd be "fun" to stop at one of 8'th Avenues porn shops and pick some up ... just to do for fun.
At this point I was sensing that this guy was actually pretty cool. And there was definitely a chance of us hooking up. But I wasn't sure that was going to be a good idea... I don't have time to like anybody right now, and not much interest in doing so ... and I feared if I hooked up with this guy that I might end up digging him ... even just a little.
But we bought poppers, and headed back to his place. He showed me his messy but colorful room, and we chatted for a few minutes before breaking out the poppers. Kissing came next. And then ... well I'll spare the gory details. We didn't do anything too serious, but there was definitely some play goin on.
Afterwards, I decided to make a rather hasty retreat.
"Why don't you stay?" he asked, cuddling up to me and preparing to go to sleep. "My bed is super comfy."
I knew I shouldn't. It wouldn't help the whole "aloof" thing I was trying to pull off... but it was comfortable ... and I was comfortable. And so I stayed.
The next morning we woke up and he had a craving for Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Now there's a location in Chelsea where they bake them and sell them fresh and hot right out of the oven. This was what he wanted. So I through on a hat, and we took a nice 20 block walk down to Chelsea, where I sat and watched him gourge himself on SEVEN doughnuts, knowing that it was a bad sign I found this more adorable then disgusting.
We said goodbye on the corner as he got back on the subway, and I headed back to my hotel. It was a cool night, and as I walked down 8'th avenue I thought to myself that if that's all it was, then it still wasn't such a terrible thing.
Does this mean I'm growing up? That I'm maturing? That I might finally have other priorities in life rather then being in a relationship?
Yeah, I think it might. But the jury isn't all back yet ... more to come on this notion another time.
The next day at work was a double, and quite eventful. A woman at one of my tables was on her way to see a show playing across the street. "Altar Boys", a new off-Broadway show that's been getting a lot of buzz.
"I hear it's great," I said, making chit-chat.
"Would you like a free ticket?" she ressponded.
As it turns out her friend is the producer and she has a couple of free tickets and is trying to get word of mouth to spread about the show. I couldn't go last night, but she gave me her card and told me to call her because she had a free ticket for Thursday (tonight) as well.
WOW! A nice gesture... but it turned out not to be the nicest of the week.
Finally after a long night of tequilla and salsa, Doug (the other queer at work) and I decided to go out for a drink. We took turns buying rounds, watching a drag show (my first one in a LONG time) and chatting.
During the conversation I mentioned that I was staying in a hotel while apartment hunting and Doug performed what might be the "kind act of the week" in my book.
As it turns out, he's living in a 2 bedroom apartment by himself for the next two weeks, and had a spare bedroom.
"No sense you wasting your money on a hotel, you can come stay with me."
And so at 3 in the morning, we hopped on the subway, traveled down to the village, got my stuff and headed up to his place.
His apartment is a block away from the restaurant and only a few short blocks from my other job, so it's mega convenient. Plus now I have two weeks to put some serious money aside for a place to live. A very kind act from a co-worker, that not only helped me out a lot, but touched me as well.
If I ever hear anyone say that New Yorkers are rude or unkind one more time, I may just have to slap them in the face.
So ... that brings me to today. A big birthday bash for a friend tonight (where the guest list reads like a who's who of the NYC theater industry) and then a pre-emmy party afterwards. Then tommorrow, the mad search for a tux and a haircut and what will probably be a last minute dash to Radio City Music Hall for the big event. I'm so nervous that I almost had a panic attack this afternoon.
But... it's my life...and I'm living it again. Sometimes exciting ... but never boring. And ya know what? I'm having a fucking blast!
I heart New York! :)
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