Re: Manhattan New Year Countdown
Yesterday, after shopping on Broadway for deep-discount designer clothes, we headed over to the apartment of a stockbroker who is throwing the party we’re going to tonight. Nice guy; he throws these parties because he was sick of seeing his money go into drugs for the promoters he hires.
Then over to Sway, where a few words to the doorman got us into a B-list model party. It’s amazing how much attitude a B-lister can have.
Then we went to Stonewall, where we spent several hours dancing with, it seemed, every African-American gay man in Manhattan. Something about gay clubs – the music is better, the drinks are better, and the general vibe is much better. Gay people are way less inhibited when they go to a club, as opposed to straight people.
After another two hours at Asylum on Bleeker St., where it was sort of a hip-hop night (all they played was top-40 gangsta, and everyone there was white), my friends were forgetting their fake names and kissing guys they were meeting on the street, so I hearded them into the car and went back to the hotel.
I reek of smoke, I just woke up, and it’s well past noon.
9:53:56 AM 
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