Tuesday was Charlotte’s 21st and the night before Michael and I got together to figure out what to do. Because Charlotte loves the Meatpacking District and drinking outdoors and because I thought it be nice for her to have some Britishness when she’s out in NY for her 21st we went to the Brass Monkey which has a bit of British cuisine…food rather. We had a couple of tables on the roof and everyone came…Helga, Nick, Matthias, Michael Joe, Manuel, Nabil…
Joe, 9 inch circumcised, was again suuuuper loud and in everyone’s face. Some loved it others like Helga did not. She kept telling him how shit he was. Bit harsh. We then headed to a German style beer garden. It was underneath the highline (an old railway bridge turned into a park) and the waiters had the best t-shirts…instead of wearing lederhosen they had the straps and everything printed on to t-shirts…i took a bad picture of the bartender wearing the shirt.
We then wanted to go to the Gansevoort hotel which has a rooftop but they were a bit stuck up so Nick couldn’t get in because he was wearing shorts. Theeeeen we went to Gaslight which was a kind of shitty, pretentious bar so we left pretty quickly. And theeeen we walked around for ages not sure of what to do, we took about 4 cabs to random places, got out, changed our minds and left again.
So, we ended up at Piano’s again and had an amazing night. I met a guy called Randolph who had a tiny, miniscule hole in his favourite t-shirt (which was his cousins…so i’m not sure why it was his favourite) and i thought i had to right to make the almost unnoticeable hole huge..so i ripped his shirt up. Charlotte saw this and thought “GG didn’t do this…ripping a shirt can’t be this easy” So she tried….and yeah, ripping a shirt really can be that easy so then Randolph was walking around like the hulk. There was a bit of nipple on display.
Oh, and three dudes we met the week before Daniel, Dustin and Michael were there and when Pianos shut we went to Daniel’s Upper West side crib where, in my state, I was super mesmerized by his front foyer and apparently his shower and toilet also so that’s what those pics are doing there.
I was in the kitchen talking to Michael when I turned and looked into the living room (I had to squint ‘cos everything was doubling up) and Charlotte was lying on the living room floor with Daniel (whom she refers to as Dennis) sitting on top of her giving her a massage. Manuel was playing on the piano to, either, keep himself occupied while Charlotte was getting rubbed down or to provide a relaxing backdrop atmosphere. I kept myself to the kitchen. Manuel, Charlotte and I got back to Canal St. around 6:30.