Coming back to life

feeling a tad better now. no joke i drank myself stupid last night. I met 2 girls who brought me into a japanese karaoke bar and made me sing that first Coldplay song with them. Hilarity! They were a few older than me, and claimed to do something with justice for immigrants in Washington, DC. They also bought me 2 rounds of some tequila after we got our chance to sing at the bar. So many bad BAD BAD girls all screaming bad BAD BAD songs out of key. I even heard Spice Girls. Ugh! I said I had to go home and ditched them...going to a bar/party someone wrote me about from CraigsList.

But after walking lost for 20 minutes, I barely remember going to a MeatPacking Zone bar...its fashion week and fucking beautiful boys...and some girls...EVERYWHERE. I think the only reason i got in the door is the accent. Last thing i can clearly recall is walking out of the bathroom through a wall of guys. Pushing heat and sweat and perfect faces. perfect clothes falling open. Shirts unbuttoned. There was a bright light in my face - then a beautiful latino boy is right there glaring into my eyes. He leaned to me and tugged my bottom lip with his lips. Then we made out. I think he spilled his drink all over my shoes. And i can remember being cold and lost and out of money to pay for a cab. Then coming out onto Broadway from the Union Square park - in the fucking cold and thinking that everyone else on the streets was swerveing drunk too. And the cabs and horns and buses and garbage trucks and piles of garbage and dirty ice and smells.