Sept 10-12 - Return of the Pack... and Dancing Too.

Another week of work, blah blah blah. Too much stuff to do and never enough time. I try and try and its like a hill that never peaks. But enough about that. Now it is time for the weekend and all that comes with. Loud sounds, bright lights, driving over bridges and moving too fast to be believed. I popped the newest CD (Sneaker Peak) into the car stereo and listened to the fast beats on the way into the city with Pais. After being apart for one weekend it was beaucoup fun to have my number one party partner back. Found a spot on the Old Navy block and walked through the lot across the street to the place. Said hello to the doorman and doorwoman (very nice lady) and made my way inside. The place was dark but jumping and the music was nice and loud. I'm not sure where Splash is going with the be all things to all people vibe but I guess it keeps the boys coming back to see whats next. The DJ for the evening was Joe Gauthreaux. He is supposed to be a circuit fave at different events but I think he tried too hard at this party. The music was too much, too high strung and sustained a kind of twisted, dark quality. The drinks were good and there were plenty of spaces to dance but there were too many songs that went no where and the mood was too tweaker for me to truly relax into it and have fun. We said hi to a few people, I finally met the famous stalker "Just Jack" and took up my bathroom directing duties once again. The lower level renovations are still underway and the boys are still getting used to the new layout but I think I see where its going. We stayed until 3:05 when I knew the party just wasn't getting any better and decided to hit the high road. Got home and got some well needed beauty rest.

I woke up well rested and happy and of course, hungry. I went down the street and breakfasted at the Greek diner on 5th Ave just a block away from my house. The bacon and egg on a roll was good but then it was back to the place to rest up for my gym workout. As usual the energy was not as up as when I do the workouts at night but it was still a good workout. The Harbor Fitness keeps me fit and the routine works well. Now if only I could do the workout more on the regular with my crazy work schedule then I would get to see some real results. Not that I got the softies bad or anything I just need to be my best coming into the end of the party season. Afterwards a delivery of chicken in garlic sauce and some late afternoon cartoons and it was into the evening for me. The night was started with a dinner for the evening of brick oven pizza for which I thought it was early enough that the two slices I ate would be long gone (digested) before my night out. But of course little did I know. I tend to forget that large amounts of bread tend to sit and percolate before an evening out but I was feeling alright by 11pm and after the arrival of the Jimmy we prepared to go out. For some reason the city was extremely crowded with disparate elements of a post 9 Eleven crowd and everybody seemed to have some place to go. There was traffic on the the Brooklyn Bridge, traffic on Chambers Street and traffic on 14th Street. The meatpacking district was really hopping. I had not been through the area at night recently but was surprised with the crowds of people. It reminded me of some of the club neighborhoods I have visited in other cities like Boston and Miami Beach but with even more people. After turning onto 10th avenue we found someone pulling out so we got the miracle parking space (across from the Mobil station) once again. The walk up to the Rox was uneventful but still plenty of people waiting outside The Park. I will have to go there one Sunday to see what its like. Anyway the line moved quickly into the place, said hi to Doorman Derek and the handstamp/armband guys and made my way inside to the party. The Jimmy got his comp once again and our boy Steve met us at the door with two drinks and the night was underway. The DJ for the evening was Chad Jack who immediately immersed us with some rapid fire beats and feel good music. The Roxy prides itself on a pretty diverse selection of guys who frequent the place and the place was full of all kinds nice and early. I visited with my barman Barker at the back bar and proceeded to the dancefloor to jump into the party with both feet. The groove kind of snuck up on me but I was well into the night and during my conversation with Troy and Steve when I decided to light up the walking light on my leg. I was feeling good and the party was happy (except for the silly drink arguments) but as the night progressed my drinks (and the ones I failed to give away) crept up on me. Around 3:30 am I (yes I) ceased to enjoy the party to my fullest faculties but with the help of my friends I stayed in there till it was time to go. I even decided to dance on a speaker box in my highly inebriated state. Thankfully I didn't fall off and disgrace myself any further (with the help of my friendly ground crew). Eventually I was corralled up and led out and had a nice trip back to BK. After making sure to expel the remains of my doughy pizza dinner I had a nice rock sleep and woke up tasting Stoli and Red Bull. At least it wasn't the taste of corona which is absolutely the worst taste to wake up to. By the time I worked my way out of the house it was time for lunch so with a nice double Bacon Melt at Wendys I was well on my way to recovery. After a quick 30 minute shop at Pathmark it was into the city and our favorite downtown movie theater to catch the 4:50 showing of Resident Evil Apocalypse. The movie kept my interest and showed the requisite shocking moments but I thought the editing was too choppy and steadicam in some parts to be recognizable. The movie tried to hard to be stylish in some parts and then scary at other times that it ended up being kind of messy. And it left the watcher with even more questions left over than the last movie. Oh well, I was entertained and left the theater knowing I'll probably see the next one too. Anyway, great previews at least. We picked up some chicken cutlets on the way home and I was able to whip up some Chicken Parmesan and spaghettini as we watched Lawrence Taylor on 60 minutes crying and then watched the season finale of Six Feet Under. Some shocking stuff with the guy killing himself after confessing to killing the lady who died last season. The noise made me jump. Was just as bad as the guy who died in the elevator. But at least there was the pool guy eyecandy with the tattoo on his back. Another weekend comes to a close but at least there are plenty more where that came from and hopefully some more new friends to bring out and see the bright lights in the big city.

Until next time, and next weekend stay tuned...