February 14, 2004 - 7:46 AM

I have a wristband on.

And I don’t know how I got home last night

And I don’t know why I’m awake at 10 am ny time. I was up WAY too late for that.

Apparently.

I think we got to bed at 1 oclock ca time.

Which is 4 ocock…yes, OCOCK, nyc time.

I’m listening to Starsailor right now and typing away on a tiny laptop. This makes typing difficult. Tiny laptop.

I believe I’M still drunk.

Oops.;….it’s hard typing on a tiny laptop. Excuse all of my keystrok errors.

See?

My hotel is frickin nice. With a capital nice. I have a view of the water. I’m not really sure what water it is, but I have a view of it. I’m on the 38th floor. Room 007. Maybe I’m a spy or something.

Yes, I’m a secret agent man.

And now, I KNOW I’m drunk, I don’t just BELIEVE I’m drunk.

It’s a five star hotel.

And now jeff buckley’s on. He’s the shit.

Fucking shit.

I fucking love him. Did you know his dad died tragically as well?

Well, he did.

And I’m in nyc and last night I went to a total of 3 places. One of them ULTRA cool. One of them just cool and one of them a dive.

But this was all after a long ass day of taking a red eye…..and getting 3 hours sleep and landing and limoing to the hotel and checking in at seven am and actually getting a room at that early hour and then unpacking

Yes, we had a limo. It wasa renta..but it was sweet of a friend of mine that I like to kiss to rent it for us.

Talk about driving into manhattan in style.

An d listening to howard stern live and not on tape delay and somehow that makes it all that much bettah.

And we thought about swigging the whiskey in the limo but we didn’t.

So we had ginger ale.

But it wasn’t we. It was one girl not we.

Oh, so we napped and then left the hotel at like 11 ish.

We walked and we walked and we walked.

Walking in new york is lovely.

And we walked.

Up through central park and back down fifth. But not after visiting mr. Guggenheim and Mr. Frick’s Collection.

Mr. Frick’s collection was for sheezy.

How white am I?

But it was. And it’s in his own house. But to call it a house is like calling the empire state building a building.

It was a FRICKin mansion.

But too bad he died five years after he made it.

Sucks to blow a few million and then die before you can truly enjoy it for your entire lifetime.

Sidebar

I have no contacts in.

Naked cept for an old Old Navy sweatshirt.

Sitting in a chair and only just now thinking my cooz is naked on a place it shouldn’t be due to high traffic volume.

Drinking coffee made by my free coffee maker out of a starbucks cup with lotsa powdered creamer and I have headphones on and mr. Jones just came one

And I do believe it’s one of the most crappiest cups of coffee ever.

I wonder when I will post this cuz I wanna put pictures up but I think I’m too lazy.

I wonder if we’ll make out 1230 brunch appt in the villlllllllage called greeeenwhich. Greenic/h? fuck I’m still fucked up and have no glasses on.

Sorry.

It’s all a blur.

And I didn’t buy anything at tiffany’s yesterday…but I did walk a fuckin’ lot.

And the cool place we went was called Kemmia Bar…or something like that.

It was one of those places you walk down stairs to get to…

And these stairs were lined with candles. Candles on all sides.

And you could hear dance music down below. Louder as you approached. Like a lover with welcoming arms.

And candy.

For you.

So we took a place on couches and pillows and there was red red red everywhere and fabric draped on the wall and our waitress had cool sleeves.

We had peach bellinis with vodka.

But that was after having a martini with ketel one spit into it at the hotel.

And I hate that most martinis in new york cost about the price of a cheap hand job.

Not that I woujld know anything about that.

Typo.

So after a while there and they had rose petals in their unisex bathroom and I was gonna ask the deejay to play angie stone but never had the time

We left.

For a place called Zanzibar.

We had a table by the window and it wasn’t as cool as the first place but it was still cool.

I have a matchbox. We all signed it with stupid stuff.

But then came thedeciding factor….and the decision came to go to HogsnHeifers.

Meatpacking district.

Are you with me?

Do you feel me?

We cabbed it.

Stupid tourisrts we are. But I still love us.

It was crowded.

And it seemed that since the last time I went there, that they added a bar where the jukebox used to be and the bras on the wall were making it look like it was at the point of collapse.

It would be very humorous if bras made a building collapse. Wouldn’ t it?

Huzzah!!!!!

The bartender girl pretended to like me. Kept Kalling me baby. Kept telling me “five fitty” after every drink order.

We bought her a shot.

She had on a bikini top.

And eventually….and I knew this was gonna happen….she invited me up on the bar to dance with her.

And she was nice enough to keep one tangled hand on me the whole time cuz she was fearing for my drunk life.

Gravity kept asking me to hit the floor four feet below and I kept saying…”Okay!!! Um, I meant no.”

And she saw this .

So she was scared of me falling and she held on to me.

And I’m sure I looked really stupid so it’s good my friends took pictures.

And I think I met guys from ohio but I’m not sure.

And I woke up naked and without a tampon that I was pretty damn sure I left the house with.

(what does this mean?)

And I did that…:::jump out of bed, where’s my purse? Ohshit:::::wake up thing and then the whole ow my head wow I drank a lot last night thing and fuck, why did I do that::::

Thing.

Good think I never drove.

That’s a great thing about this town.

So many ways to get places you don’t ever have to get your fat ass behind the wheel of anything.

And I think I have to call my friends’ room cuz we have to go catch the subway in an hour to go meet some more friends for brunch.

I want crepes mother fucker.

And a nap.

Crepes and a nap.

Sweeet!

Maybe I’ll be less drunk by then.

If you’ve read this far, then you love me and I love you.

Bless you.

I don’t think I could’ve stayed with me for this long and I KNOW me!

So, thanks.

I wanna give you a cheek kiss….so stick it out…offer it to me.

Youdoinit?

Okay…here I come….

:::muwah!::::

thanks!

You rock.

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