Feb 4-6 So much but I just can't speak about it.. (Right)

I made it through another week. People are always on the subways doing nasty things and not caring if someone else sees (Things with noses and smells and trash and just evilness). I was very happy to make it through to the weekend and not just having to threaten someone or just attack for the sheer righteousness of it. I really want to remain civil in these trying times. I meant to go to the gym on Friday night but there was so much to do at work and my PC at my desk was just not cooperating (5 reboots in one day) and so little time. But I left for home and decided to use the free weights, some push ups and just get ready to do the evening. I had dinner, trimmed the hair, showered, outfitted, and watched the news. Stayed in long enough to see the evil fake dentists that use fake photos to advertise dental work (Fake teeth veneer jobs that need to be redone) and then it was time to head out.

The city was a little warmer and despite a little bit of traffic it cleared up and it was not too bad to get into the city on this night. Actually found a parking space right on the street but the dangerous slush made it a little more of a chore to get out of the car than usual. Said hello to the door guys and made it in alright. Paid at the cashier, checked the coats and made a quick runthrough but did not see barman Brett. A little bummed but headed to the downstairs bar and got a Smirnoff Ice and hung out with Paisley for a bit. The lights on the main floor were a lot more active than usual and even though the regular light guy had gotten a lot more interested in synching the lights to the beat and mood of the music, the lights this eve were going full blast and you could see the energy on the floor from across the room. I checked out the booth and saw that Ms Liz Ligouri was back on the boards and making sure that she was in more than 2 places at once constantly. If she wasn't turning the lights up and down and all around she was synching the video screens and showing us glimpses of "boys gone wild" all the while matching what you saw to the beat being thrown down by DJ Eliot Dehoyos. Yes Splash was hosting the Tribe party once again and all the boys who were there were feeling the dance and the vibe of the tribal. I made sure to stop by and say hi and even gave Liz a copy of one of my CDs with a tribal sound all its own "Freezer Burn" and she said she looked forward to listening to it. I then went by the bar and low and behold Mr Brett was back at his station at the front bar. He had just stepped away for a second and I had missed him on my previous walkthrough. After trading pleasantries and picking up another drink I headed back downstairs to tell Pais I was going to be doing some dancing on the main floor. I ended up hanging out on the dancefloor with Reggie and Jared and we had a pretty good time dancing, talking, and pretty much enjoying ourselves from beginning to end. I split my time between the dance floor, the downstairs bar, the speaker box (dancing to "La Noche"), and the front bar. Brett said he had to leave around 3am and I myself stayed until about 3:30 but I was able to pick up a Next Magazine, say goodnight to the guys and then make it out to the car to head home. There was a lot to do the next day so going home to go to sleep was something to be looked forward to. Another Friday night and it all ends as it should. All good.

The morning came to us with plenty on the agenda to do. We headed out to target to pick up tax preparation software and stopped on the way back into Park Slope to pick up some bagels and fixings for such. The wait in the place was involved but with a line that long it seemed like it must be worth it so we hung out, talked about the clientele, the news in the paper (people getting shot on Mad Ave) and finally headed out with sandwiches ready to eat when we got home. I did my brothers taxes when I got home (nice to know someone is getting something back) and then did Amy's. She was happy with the result and we finished up with pre-printed envelopes and made sure of the NY and Fed signatures and it was all done. We then headed down to Bay Ridge and Century 21 to take advantage of NY Tax Free Week. I ended up stocking up and making sure that for at least the foreseeable months I was set (no visiting Macy's or Penney's anytime soon). We dropped off Amy at Boro Hall and headed back home to get an italian dinner delivery and rest up before heading out on Sat Night. The Jimmy arrived around 10:30 and we hung out watching news and highlights before programming the DVR and heading out into the Saturday Night.

We found parking right on West Street and were able to get to the line in front of Roxy for a little bit of a wait while awaiting the return of doorman Derek. After he came back we said hello and made our way inside to see the guys with the wristbands, the cashiers and the coat check staff before we made it inside and checked the place over. The DJ for the evening was Chad Jack and we were looking forward to seeing what he would do with a full house after having had braved the elements to see his last party in the snowstorm. We said hello to barman Barker and settled in for another Roxy evening. After a few trips and revolutions around the front I felt the mood getting more and more into the music and took to the speakerbox in the asian section to dance to "Sexercise" and then headed to the back bar to hang with Pais and the Jimmy as we meeted and greeted. The DJ decided early on that we were climbing a musical mountain and when it was time for a peak it was more like a brilliant vista as DJ Chad did his level best to wear us out. At one point while dancing on the stage, hands lit, with side dancers of young black guy on the solo speaker and a black guy behind me and a russian guy (very friendly and totally into the music) on my left, we proceeded to dance on and on until finally I needed a gatorade break and another drink. We ended up staying at the party until well after 4am but having felt I had done myself in with not enough red bull and too much vodka. Also I had one vodka cranberry over the course of the evening that should have been a Mandarin and Red bull. Because of this I ended up sliding down the steps leading out of the Roxy with a nice set of scratches on my right ankle for my troubles. We went to the diner up the street but I had no sort of appetite and only heroic efforts on the part of Paisley enabled me to get home in one piece in a yellow taxi and not destroy myself or some innocent bystanding cabbie. I fell out like a rock and was just as happy to be asleep as I was a few hours before to have been dancing on the stage, hands outstretched over a crowd of happy club kids. Well, it had to be lived through some time. It must have been this past weekend then.

Anyway Sunday, Super Sunday came in with the normal flourish. I began by eating my leftover burger and fries from my overnight and was convinced that I was a firm believer in refrigeration and was highly thankful that my stomach was made of sterner stuff so I was not overwhelmed by my poorly stored hamburger. I spent the afternoon catching up on 'toons and watching various films. Pais caught up on work stuff and rested and pretty soon naps were in order all around as the length and duration of the weekend of shopping and partying made its final installment payments on our bodies and minds. During the actual Super Bowl, we had italian dinner while watching commercials and enjoying a rather well played defensive game. Pais went out during halftime to pick up a Baskin Robbins dessert and we finished up the evening watching The Simpsons (violent but very funny episode) and American Dad (also very funny, a lot of promise but the alien was nasty with the slime, very unnecessary). Because of all of the Sunday napping I was able to stay up until around 2am watching Cartoon network and reading news from around the world on my Powerbook.

I was too worn out to comment on my weekend Sunday night or even Monday Night. I contemplated not writing about this past weekend at all but it was still worth an honorable mention and I ended up writing the above just to make sure I gave it the recognition that it deserved. I had a lot of fun, hung out with friends, made sure my presence and energy was felt and definitely enjoyed every minute of it. As long as we continue to ascend there is no reason to come back down. The high points keep on coming and I am enjoying the view from where I've been.