Roxy Your Body
ahhh...the weekend...of thanksgiving break that is...
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saturday
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despite intentions of getting up earlier than 2pm, guess what? i woke up at 2 pm, just in time to find my way to Costco to accompany alice and company for some suburban wholesale shopping. two hours later i walked out with a bouquet of flowers (as a gift for my gracious friends who let me stay over the break) and a 25 pack of sensor razor catridge (these things are mad expensive non-wholesale you know!). of course you know if i actually lived in new york i would have been walking out with everything from the mini crab cake assortment to the never ending supply of q-tips. anyways, alice and company dropped me off and also took a gander at yvonne's brooklyn pad... i think they like it, sans the cats of course.
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my evening plans were originally to just have dinner at republic in union square with robert, but in the afternoon he called and said he had just had the most frustrating day with itunes and needed to blow off some steam... so he suggested that yes, he did want to go to roxy. i remember the first time i went to roxy, was it with mary? must have been. it was always mad mad fun. roxy is one of those places i think with enough critical mass so that you can get lost in the crowd if you like but also has enough people to have a great assortment of eye candy, with or without the go go dancers even. after republic, spending $7 on noodles and $9 on a martini (only manhattan), and a brainstorming idea of "restaurant installational ephemera", robert and i walked across manhattan first from union square to alice's place on 26th to fetch her brother's "john blair" card (discount card for the roxy) and then really across manhattan to roxy on 10th (from 3rd). it was a little of a hike but hey, worked off dinner's calories i guess.
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when we got there we had to do a little shady "john blair" card switching. it almost worked but in all honestly, there was no one in the line, so switching cards behind my back was kind of like doing it in a desert surrounded by video cameras. after i paid my $15, and tried to tell robert to pick up the damn card i had slid behind me (the boy i guess wasn't thinking), robert got the card and tried to pay another discounted fare. but we weren't smooth enough and the cashier didn't buy it. oh well. but still, it was worth a try. do you know how much cover was "that" night... $30!!! are you fucking crazy! well... we got one discount and one regular price so splitting the difference it was about $20 per person... still kind of steep but oh well. let's shake some ass.
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the roxy evening went fabulously. first hour was just sort of spent chilling and people watching. and then once the crowd got to a certain density, it was all dancing from there... a good three hours i would imagine. i think i definitely could have stayed later (a few times i have stayed till like 6-7 AM) but both robert and i wanted to have usable sundays, the day after. but the music overall was really good, although i have to gripe that the speakers or whatever were somewhat fucked up and kepted skipping sometimes. at first it sounded like someone was just mixing the track, but then it sounded like bad mixing, and then it was just plain bad. despite that fault, i definitely got my groove on, shook my ass, and got my ass grabbed (hello! like excuse me!). haha, some of the clientele was yummy as well. i personally had three hotties i zoomed in over the course of the evening... a deliciously gansta yakuza looking asian boy (in a posse of beautiful asian men nonetheless), another bad irish looking boy with a goatee, and finally at the ass end, a simply gorgeous man... 5'10 or so, solid build, hairy chest, the permanent kind of 5 o'clock shadow, those amazingly sexy forearms, uh huh, you know... whooo... gorgeous! anyways, they were great pawns in my mental game of "have no balls to go up to, but good enough to just mozy my way up to and dance next too... yum".
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saturday
.
despite intentions of getting up earlier than 2pm, guess what? i woke up at 2 pm, just in time to find my way to Costco to accompany alice and company for some suburban wholesale shopping. two hours later i walked out with a bouquet of flowers (as a gift for my gracious friends who let me stay over the break) and a 25 pack of sensor razor catridge (these things are mad expensive non-wholesale you know!). of course you know if i actually lived in new york i would have been walking out with everything from the mini crab cake assortment to the never ending supply of q-tips. anyways, alice and company dropped me off and also took a gander at yvonne's brooklyn pad... i think they like it, sans the cats of course.
.
my evening plans were originally to just have dinner at republic in union square with robert, but in the afternoon he called and said he had just had the most frustrating day with itunes and needed to blow off some steam... so he suggested that yes, he did want to go to roxy. i remember the first time i went to roxy, was it with mary? must have been. it was always mad mad fun. roxy is one of those places i think with enough critical mass so that you can get lost in the crowd if you like but also has enough people to have a great assortment of eye candy, with or without the go go dancers even. after republic, spending $7 on noodles and $9 on a martini (only manhattan), and a brainstorming idea of "restaurant installational ephemera", robert and i walked across manhattan first from union square to alice's place on 26th to fetch her brother's "john blair" card (discount card for the roxy) and then really across manhattan to roxy on 10th (from 3rd). it was a little of a hike but hey, worked off dinner's calories i guess.
.
when we got there we had to do a little shady "john blair" card switching. it almost worked but in all honestly, there was no one in the line, so switching cards behind my back was kind of like doing it in a desert surrounded by video cameras. after i paid my $15, and tried to tell robert to pick up the damn card i had slid behind me (the boy i guess wasn't thinking), robert got the card and tried to pay another discounted fare. but we weren't smooth enough and the cashier didn't buy it. oh well. but still, it was worth a try. do you know how much cover was "that" night... $30!!! are you fucking crazy! well... we got one discount and one regular price so splitting the difference it was about $20 per person... still kind of steep but oh well. let's shake some ass.
.
the roxy evening went fabulously. first hour was just sort of spent chilling and people watching. and then once the crowd got to a certain density, it was all dancing from there... a good three hours i would imagine. i think i definitely could have stayed later (a few times i have stayed till like 6-7 AM) but both robert and i wanted to have usable sundays, the day after. but the music overall was really good, although i have to gripe that the speakers or whatever were somewhat fucked up and kepted skipping sometimes. at first it sounded like someone was just mixing the track, but then it sounded like bad mixing, and then it was just plain bad. despite that fault, i definitely got my groove on, shook my ass, and got my ass grabbed (hello! like excuse me!). haha, some of the clientele was yummy as well. i personally had three hotties i zoomed in over the course of the evening... a deliciously gansta yakuza looking asian boy (in a posse of beautiful asian men nonetheless), another bad irish looking boy with a goatee, and finally at the ass end, a simply gorgeous man... 5'10 or so, solid build, hairy chest, the permanent kind of 5 o'clock shadow, those amazingly sexy forearms, uh huh, you know... whooo... gorgeous! anyways, they were great pawns in my mental game of "have no balls to go up to, but good enough to just mozy my way up to and dance next too... yum".
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and speaking of gorgeous men. the DJ that was mixing that night is out of this world. well, i mean, he's one hot looking guy... his mixing (if he indeed was responsible for those odds skips) is not much to be desired (although his CD that was passed into the crowd wasn't too bad). anyways, i found a pic of this bad boy on the net, here's the eye candy missed during the thanksgiving feast. this guy can definitely roxy my body anytime. by the way his name is brett henrichsen... how butch...heh heh..
after robert and i finally retired from roxy, we walked across manhattan again towards union square. what a lot of walking. on the way, i needed to feed my hunger for grease after dancing so we stopped by this corner pizza joint that apparently was a magnet for tunnel and bridge crowd twink boys, with a higher than usual annoyance factor exuding out of their every gay little biore declogged pores. nuff said... i got my food and jetted. thanks for venturing into that mess with me robert. sigh.
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eventually i found my own way back to brooklyn. over the break, robert asked me if i did move to new york, where actually would i live. i definitely think i am a below 33 at least kind of guy, below 14 even better (if i can afford it... or if i can find a rich husband like mr. henrichson... wink wink). but yeah, there's just so much more stuff that i would do to begin with in lower manhattan. not that upper manhattan is suburbia, but there's just a greater... intoxicating... ambience of ... metropolis... in lower manhattan. well, that not true since the greatest density actually is midtown, but still... the kind of metropolis i like.
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sunday
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today was a funny and unexpected (although it should have been expected if i just decided to think a little) change of events. after waking up at 2 pm (might as well be consistent you know) i cleaned up my shit and left the brooklyn pad to have dim sum with tony. it was a pleasant dim sum lunch and afterwards, tony walked me a bit to the bus. let me tell you, i stood in line for less than 10 minutes when i realized that there was NO WAY i would be a happy camper trying to get home to boston this sunday afternoon. so i decided, fuck it. let's just stay another evening. it's not like i can't just skip my morning class... and i STILL had to write that paper (procrastinator!!) and it would be much easier to write it actually on a laptop which i could avail myself to at alice's (who was close by) than to make stupid notes on a bumpy bus ride...to only type it up after getting back. much more sense. so i spent the evening at alice's with a mix of note taking, actual paper writing, and watching the discovery channel on some ridicuously crazy story about a girl born without a face. not to sound insensitive... but man, this girl was fucked up! yikes. well, it seems i witnessed both extremes of the human attractability spectrum this weekend.
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monday
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sleeping on the floor at alice's (the only available option) was less than prime, although it was still convenient since i had to catch the 7 AM bus back to boston. well, if i wasn't able to sleep the night before, at least i easily conked out on the bus. around noon i finally got home after what seemed like actually a very long vacation and cleaned up my stuff a little before i had to go to my 1:30 class. it was sort of silly though, i was falling asleep anyways so i decided just to skip the second half and spend the rest of the evening doing all the "shit" i had to do and should have done over break. ahh... c'est la vie. and now, three weeks of "hell" supposedly before this semester is finally over.
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to close out this entry, what about some more eye candy? i thought these were funny images i gathered from either "Next" or "HX" (the gay life circulars in NYC). one i imagine as my own sexy slavedom to design work (or maybe its just a representation of a kinky fantasy of mine... you know, i have to say that cartoon "gay" men are hot). the other is a funny tongue and cheek view on "work and play"... or something like that. ;-)
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woof!
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