this morning (damn... it was really 2pm), well this afternoon when i finally woke up, i scratched my head a few times, put on my glasses, threw on the jeans and t-shirt that i wore to the club last night and walked out into the street. i'm in west village, and i walked less than a block to 6th & w 9th to gray's papaya. Along the way, i passed a barnes & nobles, a drug store, 2 newsstands, starbucks, mcdonalds, and at least 5 other healthier grubbing options. oh yeah, and as i walked, it started to rain. i continued to walk in the rain with my hair frowed out while smoking a newport... 'cause i felt like it and nobody else gives a fuck.
last night i went out with two well-dressed women who are adept at manipulating doormen. we ended up at aer where i waited for them to drop the right name then stolled past the pricks who were all wearing blazers and button downs (dudes need a new uniform). as i walked by, i smiled at their girlfriends just so the ladies would know they could come holla when homeboy started getting on their damn nerves. i really got a kick out of the dude that bought us all a round of drinks thinking he'd help his chances of getting some ass later on... once the drinks were gone, he was dismissed.
not sure who was dj'ing but i damn sure broke a sweat. from what i can remember, the playlist included:
white stripes "seven nation army"
nirvana "smells like teen spirit"
outkast "wheelz of steel"
notorius b.i.g. "mo money, mo problems"
dr. dre "next episode"
kanye "touch the sky"
and some REALLY good 80's songs that i'm mad i can't remember right now.
i'm feeling the city right now. i need to find me a well dressed investment banker... applications are now being accepted. Minimum height requirement 5'5". muahahaha...
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