#fun strangers

I stopped by a Five Guys tonight on my way to meet some friends. Ordered my burger. Pulled out my credit card. I was about to swipe when out of nowhere the worker behind the counter goes, “I’m so happy. I got a date for Valentine’s Day.”

Just like that. Grinning from ear to ear. Like he just found out and wouldn’t wait to tell someone. I think I congratulated him or something. Dude goes on. Tells me all about how he’s known this girl since 7th grade but they recently reconnected, and how he wants to be respectful because she just got out of a relationship and he doesn’t want her to think he’s moving too fast and he doesn’t want to give her the wrong idea by coming on too strong, etc. etc.

It was like an episode of Dr. Phil, but chill.

Then this kid looks me dead in the eye and asks if it would be okay to wear all black for his Valentine’s Day date. “What do you think, black skinny jeans, t-shirt, trench coat?”

I convinced him to upgrade to a classy collared shirt. (You’re welcome, unknown girl.) He was so pleased he gave me free fries with my burger.

Fred Seibert (7/26/12) e-mails me randomly to ask if I would like to do a freelance project for his studio. I respond enthusiastically.

Very long night out on the town.

Arrive in the Meatpacking District at 11:19 PM.

Meet with Henry.

Le Bain.

Huge line that goes half way around the block. Henry and I wait in it for 30 minutes before deciding to go straight to the front. Door guys let us right in.

The Red Bull Music Academy is throwing a big party. Roy Ayers, Louie Vega, and Kenny Dope are performing – apparently they’re big deals…

Got the card of Joey Carvello, who’s a big record executive. We had talked for a while and I asked him for advice.

Get food.

Go to Gaslight.

Back to Le Bain.

Zuwena and Surj (4/27) are there.

As Henry and I are leaving at 4 AM, some girl, Violet, who’s in a group, stares at me because I’m being loud and dominant. Henry and I go into the elevator opposite of them. When the doors open, I approach and within 30 seconds of talking, she invites me into a cab with her and her group.

In the cab with strangers.

Violet sits on my lap and kisses me once. There’s very little room in the cab and I’m squished.

The patrons in the cab are me, Violet, Violet’s cuter roommate, a Swedish couple they just met, and a foreign drug dealer who’s friends with the Swedish couple. They had all been partying together and then Violet brought me into the group.

Everybody else runs to a grocery store to get beers. Violet and I stay in the cab and make out a little. Then they come back in.

The apartment.

In the old projects of the Lower East Side. Nice apartment with a balcony. 17th floor. Great view of Manhattan.

Unsatisfied with how attractive Violet is, I decide to get drunk so she will appear hotter. Over the course of the night, I have four beers and about two shots of Johnny Walker Green. I’m very drunk…and very hung over the next day.

Make out with Violet in her room, with her on top of me. However, the guests keep coming in and ruining everything.

Costumes are brought out and everybody dresses up.

While Violet is on the balcony with everybody else, I end up isolated with the cuter roommate. We make out a little and then I take her into the bathroom, where we make out some more. However, out of loyalty to Violet, she will not continue.

Everybody, excluding me, is smoking, and doing molly.

Sunrise.

I am getting impatient having not yet fucked Violet. I overhear her disparaging me for not having a job.

The Swedish couple leaves.

Violet and roommate bring a neighbor to the party. I’m pissed that they’re still going strong.

It’s past 7 AM. Completely light out. I’m drunk and pissed off at the girls’ attitude and at having not fucked yet, which might not even now happen because Violet’s probably not much in the mood anymore. I leave without saying anything- just slip out while everybody’s on the balcony. Hadn’t even exchanged any contact info.

Can’t refill MetroCard because it’s so early. Some black guy unlocks the door for me and I walk into the station. He tries charging me $2, but I lie and state that I have no cash. He says okay.