August 30, 2006
New York Recap
So the Tortured Soul show was amazing as usual, and for some odd reason I get sick drunk. We decide to (gasp!) not go to the new Shelter, and I know I'll regret it later. I don't know how I got to my hotel, but suffice it to say the maid had some extra cleaning to do and my happy fingers once again took on a life of their own calling anyone and everyone on my cell. Shit!
Sunday after slugging around trying to rid myself of the alcohol poisoning, I continue on my shopping expedition, eventually meeting up with Doug. We watch a Spanish film about some female prostitutes called Princesa, I get a 20 minute "oriental" massage, we eat pizza made of all cheese and lard, and walk around the west village making random friends. I have already spent $10,000 in clothes and shoes.
Sunday is more shopping, watching dance classes and having Doug blow up my phone to join him and Inaya Day for Spanish food. Despite an early morning flight I finally agree to meet their group at a club called Apt. on 13th Street. Famous DJ Bobbito is spinning and I succumb to my weakness for fine bald New York Puerto Ricans by watching him spin R&B classics. Doug is getting drunker and drunker, and while the rest of them check out Cielo, I take a cab home.
I arrive in Chicago Tuesday afternoon wishing I could live in New York. The one good thing about being home is that I get to see my new man, who is quite a sight for sore eyes. People don't think I can have just one, but in this case I think I'm all good :)
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August 27, 2006
New York
Friday. New York New York New York. I am sooooo incredibly happy to be here words can't describe it! I arrive and check in at the ultra-hip and very tiny Paramount Hotel on 46th and 8th, and take a 6 hour power nap. I then plan on meeting up with DJ Doug Brandt who also happens to be in town to go see Tortured Soul play at midnight. He is having dinner and drinks with House diva vocalist Inaya Day, and the plan was for me to meet up with them. But Ethan from Tortured Soul texts me, and it turns out their show is tomorrow, not today. So I call my NY actor friends and have many many drinks with them at some hole in the wall on the lower east side called the Whisky Ward. We stumble from bar to cheap hotdog place to just wandering around. It's so nice to be around non-Househeads for a change. I've done tons of shows with my boys Adam and Andre, and I've also choreographed them in a few shows, because believe it or not these little actor boys can breakdance their asses off. I adore them.
Saturday. I take my first ballet class in months and my knee seems all right. I then do what I do best: SHOP. After finding enough appropriately slutty outfits for later tonight, I stumble back to the hotel and get ready.
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August 25, 2006
Off to New York
So I'm off to New York for 4 glorious away-from-Chicago days... yes! I can't wait to be somewhere else away from every-damn-body :)
Oh and so I think I have a boyfriend now! It's been a rough start, and people were right that no man can really handle me doing what I do. I really hope this works out.
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August 21, 2006
Saturday Man Massage
Friday night I do the usual club drops and end up at Lego's party at Darkroom. It was an awesome party with all the regular Green Dolphin heads near the DJ booth. Afterwards I tried to go to Zentra, but there was a power outage around the whole area and what a mess it was. Raining cats and dogs, everyone standing outside trying to get their cars, valets scampering around like cockroaches and everything in a gridlock. I got out of there quick. Then suddenly Andre Hatchett and Ojay call me and tell me to come over for another private 67th street drink and gossip fest. I rush down there amidst 50 million "where the hell are you?" calls from the already wasted hosts. Andre is beyond
drunk, and Ojay is trying to feed him a live watermelon to calm his belligerent ass down. Willie was not having it and I had to drag Andre's overserved self back home.
Saturday night I hit up more clubs and meet my 2 dancer friends at the Generator. I am super sad so being in a gay club is my prozac.
I hit up Robert Williams' party on 38th, then go to the 4-bang (or is it now 5-bang?) outdoor party on 92nd and Clyde. Ojay kept telling me that this party was insane and she wasn't kidding. Picture a block party with House music and lots of drunken southsiders. But the big treat of the night was the hot-man massage/manicure/pedicure station... yes, hot black men rubbing down your feet, doing your nails, rubbing your back... for free! I jump on a chair and tell daddy to go to town!
I then drive back to the Generator and in my state the hip-hop doesn't even faze me. I start singing along to Beyonce and Jay-Z while modelling with the drag queens. It's a party with no straight men in sight. Love it.
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August 19, 2006
Chivalry is Dead
So my Honda CR-V has been dying a slow death for a long long time, and I'd been procrastinating on getting a new car. It was getting embarrassing, because you could hear my car clanking a mile away. Needless to say, one sunny day while driving out of my garage, my front wheel practically comes off. My car is stuck in the middle of the street and I am busy calling both AAA and Allstate trying to renew my very expired roadside service. Then in a bizarre turn of circumstances, the busboy from the restaurant next door offers to buy my car right there. After much haggling and threatening, he hands me $3000 cash for my car. Me and Terry hop in a cab to the nearest Honda dealership and I get a brand spanking new red Honda CR-V 2006. It's gorgeous, smooth, and I can drive like a madman. I'm loving my new car. And who would have thought Juan from Pane Caldo would buy my old whip?
Wednesday night me and my boy hit up Cuatro then the Note. Two asshole cops stop me on Milwaukee Avenue and give me a ticket for honking my horn!!! What the ??!!? In the Philippines we don't even get tickets for running people over! At the Note everyone is trying to talk business and all I'm trying to do is stand up straight. If you want to discuss business, make it quick. After 2 sentences I will tune you out, you'd best believe it. Afterwards we go to an afterhours where my boys get drunk and freestyle for 2 hours nonstop.
Thursday is more article writing, capped with major drama at the end of the night. This is why I dislike men: you tell them not to make you pay for everything, they claim that they're "Not like that!"... and will still watch you take that check every time. Or watch you buy them their drinks. And they're the ones who tell you they're hungry and thirsty! I need to go back on a time machine when men always paid and opened doors for you and let you walk in front of them. Chivalry is dead.
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August 17, 2006
Back At It
So I've disappeared from diary land for a while. My bad. What with preparations for the 1 year anniversary party and running around with
the new issue and boys, I just couldn't sit by my computer long enough to talk about all that happened.
The 5 Magazine 1 year anniversary party was off the chain!!!!! A million people showed up, and it was all love. Lego and Marques Wyatt threw down amazing sets, and my group got to dance with minimal drama. I had so much fun and it was a relief to get all the preparations over with.
Now I'm sort of relaxing and being very delinquent on getting to the Sept. issue. A skateboarder is my new friend and taking up all my time. I'm learning to lay down all day, order takeout and just relax.
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August 3, 2006
No Hugs
I'm feeling much much better, the darkness has lifted and my spirits are high. With that dramatic opener, it basically means I'm horny again. (big surprise!) Actually it's so hot the only one I'll have sex with is Frosty the Snowman. Thank you to all those who emailed me with your concerns, that really meant a lot :)
Tuesday me and my girl stop by Moonshine, say hey to Lego and Flx at a dead Beviamos, then end the night at a not so crowded Four. Wednesday is the 1 year anniversary of The Dating Game and it is unusually quiet, same with The Note. Where is everybody?
I know one thing... Guys: if you are hot and sweaty and WET (and that was most of you last night)... DON'T HUG US!!! Yuck! Ewww! And these guys hug you hard! Shit got so bad that when they would come running up to say hello I would take a big step back and be like "Don't." Screw being nice, I'm not getting your fluids on my cuteness.
Had to get up early for court. There are the most abnormal and bizarre characters that come through that room. And with that fluorescent light it feels like we're in a petri dish of weirdos, myself included (hey believe it or not I don't look so hot at 9am.) The public defendant had a bright green floral shirt, lime suit jacket, Big Gut and BRIGHT WHITE tennis shoes. I was like damn if that was my lawyer I would just plead guilty.
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August 1, 2006
Arise on 5
So on the 5th day Jesus rose. Just kidding. After 5 days of being stuck in my apartment with a raging fever, I finally got to go outside. (round of applause.) I've never been so sick and miserable and HOT! And how perfect to have a fever when the heat index is so high that city workers are knocking on the doors of the elderly to see if they're dead.
I was so desperate for outside air I begged my ex to drive me and my car while I stuck my head out the window like a dog. Oh and can we stop by Jewel? The Jewel parking lot air (on Clark and Division) was heavenly. I raided the supermarket like a pregnant woman, buying shit I wanted to eat at that moment, but wouldn't want to in 5 minutes. I bought a hi-tech electric fan (because central air ain't cutting it) and 3 boxes of popsicles (for cooldown, not for practice.)
I saw Dr. Feng my accupuncturist and demanded he cure me of the fever, the nausea, the headaches and pain and bad life thoughts. He said in his usual cheerful manner "No problem!" He then stuck more needles on me than usual and I was an obliging porcupine. And you know what? I actually do feel better! Still weak, still dizzy, still need to stay in... but hey. Better is always good.
Huh?
side note: I've watched more tv these past 5 days than I probably have this whole year. I don't really like watching it because I'd rather live life than observe it. After all the black and white movies and all my Sex and the City episodes ran out, I actually (shut up), watched some MTV. This is why young people are how they are. Uneducated, illiterate, uncultivated, uncultured and just plain dumb! The amount of shows they have dedicated to celebrating the most vacant of girls and boys, homes and cars of the rich and famous (and don't you wish you were one of them?) and don't get me started on the misogynistic videos of which I can go on for daaaaaays. The focus on money and better-than-you-lifestyles and vacuous women is appalling. MTV has so much power to create a smart, socially conscious generation, yet they won't. Partying is good (I live it), but I also know how to READ and care about other shit aside from how many cars DMX has.
I'm stepping off my soap box now. Need to take some of Dr. Feng's herbs.
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