Friday Night I just came home from work, had dinner and after watching NBA Playoffs I went into the DVR programming. Technology and time shifting is a good thing. I went to bed around 3am and got the good rest after a long week I craved.
Saturday I awoke around 10am for some reason wake up with or without the alarm clock around 9am so I had to go back to sleep to get my daily allowance. When I finally got out of bed I started off with the fiber regimen (last weekend yay!) pills and then the shake and then hung around for a bit before breakfast. Delivery breakfast and then a little clean up and then we got the sched for the afternoon set. We were not heading out to LI until around 5pm so I had plenty of time to kill. I started off browsing music on Beatport until after 1hr I always get tired and I took a nap. I woke up around 3:30 and got myself dressed and ready. Gift CDs already made up I browsed more music until it was time to go. We headed down to the Murano and then drove over past Flatbush and stopped by Phil and Kevins place. Kevin wasn't back yet so we went upstairs, toured the new roofdeck and admired the new TV viewiing area (now enlarged for better entertaining). The TV was familiar (same as I see at home) and we chatted for a bit before Kevin came in, changed and we were all off to LI. The shortest way was the best way so we headed down Atlantic Avenue to the conduit onto the Belt Pkwy and then onto the overlong Sunrise Highway heading out to Freeport. We turned off on the correct street but passed the house (admiring the scenery overmuch). We walked in spread our hellos all around to the family and friends and ate finger food before the barbecue was ready. We all had Margaritas and plenty of barbecue with pasta salads before the night settled into cool conversation and karaoke. My first silly moment came when one of the guests came up to me and told me he had talked to me at the gym. Since I try to get through my workouts as quickly as possible and don't talk to anybody besides Russ and his friends, I told him I did not know what he was talking about. Finally he stated that it was at The Gym Bar and not the workout gym and we all had a good laugh as at that point I did recognize him from a conversation we had in the bar the 2 seasons ago. After that we passed the time both indoors and outside and admired the new fixtures and Ernies model development from work and after plenty of drinks 10:30 rolled around and it was time to head back to BK. After we said our goodnights and I gave Ernie his CD (the card we gave was really Phil and Kevin's second choice that we got by default) we headed back home. After giving the boys a "Diva Spring" CD we said our goodnights and then I showed Russ the now familiar way to get back via Vanderbilt to Prospect Park West and we got home fairly easily.
After I got back home it was a quick clean up then costume change and it was out into the night and down the street. Russ was still recovering from his elbow injury and needed another night of rest. I was down at the taxi stand and waiting just a few minutes before one of my familiar cabbies arrived to take me into the city. We were surprised that the traffic had died down so quickly after midnight and I was able to get across the bridge to the west side very quickly. Funny how without even prompting my ipod Nano played "Rise" from the Ghost in the Shell soundtrack. I always like that song when I am going out and especially when I am going out alone or to a big even. Not like going to the Roxy alone is not a big event but it is so regular for me I usually don't need to be pumped up. The driver dropped me off on the corner and I walked on down 18th street to the front and the line. One of the new security actually stopped me and asked me if I had a card but I gestured at the doorman and waited patiently. When Derek noticed me he waved me on in and I said hello to the ID checking security before heading inside. Armbanded, cashiered and coat checked I said hello to the girl who took my jacket and then headed on inside the club. The crowd was still filteriing in at 12:35 but was coming along nicely and I found my bartender Louis in the usual spot on the front. Hello and cup in hand I made a circuit of the place. After I returned to the front for a Gatorade I spotted Sean and Rick across the bar and made my way over. We exchanged hellos and I gifted them with the final gift CD of the day, my promised "DivaSpring." They thanked me profusely and promised me a Madonna Mix the following week. After chatting with them a bit about music and work and of all things running in marathons and Larry's shoe store (New Balance) I told them to go and enjoy the music and I went out into the crowd to see what was doing. DJ Brett Heinrichsen got the crowd into it early with Rihanna (SOS), MJB (Be Without You) and Offer Nissim Mix of "Fascinated". I got my speaker time in and stayed hydrated between text msgs to Russ and then talking on the phone to let him know I was having a cool time. After my final stage appearance around 2:15 am for "Stroke" it all seemed to go downhill. No sudden music cuts, or silent moments this week but after the initial hits he was playing nothing worth writing home about. I kept on waiting for another song to cut loose on and just finally climbed onto the speaker near the door and danced to whatever he was playing. Finally after 2 songs I gave up on it and went to stand on the side behind the couches facing the DJ booth. The floor was DEAD. People were leaving in droves and even the most hardcore clubbers were giving up on the night and calling it. I waited until 5:15 (5:15!!!) for another peak to happen and the only recognizable song in the mix was a 5am playing of Aubrey and "Stand Still" If I wanted to hear music from 8 years ago I would be home playing one of my retro mixes. I could see a true show stopper song from Destiny's Child, Madonna, Whitney or JLo but I was totally disgusted with how the DJ just seemed to run out of gas. Maybe he is tired of coming to the Roxy, I don't know, but everyone wasn't just leaving to go hear Victor Calderone at his "Evolve" party. The music was just sucking. I retrieved my jacket and walked out into the night to pick up a taxi. At least I was able to get both of the magazines but still the dawning light put me in a bad mood as I walked over to 9th ave and caught myself a taxi ride home after a few minutes of waiting with my hand up. The driver took me home with no issues and I pulled in front of my house and paid before heading upstairs. Some water, a quick clean up and it was off to bed.
Sunday I woke up in the early afternoon and Russ said he wanted to go to the bagel place for breakfast. I suggested a we go instead of receive delivery since it would get us up and out of the house sooner. We drove down the hill and around the corner and ate our breakfast custom made for us at one of the tables in the place. They burnt my first bagel but the second one was fine and I eat the dry yet good egg and bacon bagel before we got back in the car and headed for Red Hook. We turned before the tunnel instead of after and found our way through the neighborhood better than the last time and drove up to the packed to the gills parking lot for Fairway. We circled to the back of the lot and waited for a car to leave and got our spot. The shopping cart was picked up on the way in and then we were inundated with the food showcase that is Fairway. The place was packed and the food tourists clogged up the isles for multiple traffic jams as we tried to just keep moving through the place and find what we were looking for. The place seems designed more for chefs than shoppers with plenty of imported foods and add-ons for any palate and the most discriminating shopper. We ended up getting salad, steaks, barbecue sauce with apples and spices and some very cheap half gallons of 1% milk. A few more condiments and we were ready to go. I found it much easier to navigate the isles after leaving Russ at the check out while i picked up another milk and some more salad. The reading items on the wall were funny talking about word origins in the middle ages for things like "threshold" and "raining cats and dogs" Of course behind me the ghetto denizens were in residence as the guy behind me was just buying a can of Pringles. At first I was not impressed and just thought of the place as a fancy supermarket. In the end it was a fun time and I ended up being something of a food tourist myself. Now that I know the lay of the land I can get on with some serious shopping for my next visit. Perfect place to pick up the fixings for a blowout cookout or chef event. We got back home and watched some more TV for a bit before heading up to the roof with all of the fixings and starting our steak barbecue. We brought the CD player up to the roof for some tunes while I cooked but I had to move the grill to the far side as the wind was too much on the city side. With the new cell phone installations on our roof Phil and Kevin definitely had a more upscale roof setup but you can't beat that NYC view as you barbecue. We set on the upper deck and lounged in the two-seater folding chair drinking soda in the 30 minutes it took for everything to be done. In the end I probably erred on the side of caution and overcooked the steak but it was still juicy, tender and oh so good. We brought all the food back down to the house to eat in comfort and out of the wind. The Simpsons was cool but then the season finale of Family guy ended up being the movie that we had bought over the winter, total rip off of programming. Thankfully we didn't find that out until later as we watched The Sopranos at 9pm. The episode was good but we were sorry to see the fat guy go as he was finally killed by his own brother in law in the NY gang. No closure with his family or his boyfriend in NH but at least his last picture was with a smile for an ad that he had shot with a hotel guest. At least Tony finally locked down on AJ and made him get a job in construction to pay for himself and stop just freeloading. After that episode was all over we headed down to Mickey D's and picked up some Mcflurries to nosh on as we watched the news and let the night cool down. After Russ called it a night I curled up on the couch with a bowl of Rice Krispies and watched my cartoons and DVR programming. Bedtime on Sunday night always comes too soon but is necessary to be rested up for another week at work. And then it begins again.
I was truly disappointed in the falloff on Saturday night but realize everyone has a bad night every once in a while. But Peter, Manny and even Chad do much better at keeping the crowd involved way into the night and I have written Brett out of my top 5 Roxy DJs. I think he is better on the road because he doesn't have the pressure to get people interested too early. Roxy is all come to play or go home. I have become a tough customer myself and expect better for my Sat Night entertainment. We shall see how the summer shapes up. Here's to good friends, good drinks and special times all around.
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