so there is now the (end of) fashion week and you can see more models on the street than cheap shrimp in Chinatown. Went out with my roommate to have a drink a club nearby but unfortunately they were closed for a private party. ok, so lets seek another destination. this time they didn’t let us in because we had no girls at our side (clever strategy to fill the clubs. unfortunate for us).
next destination prada store / soho. there was a HUGE VIP party going on and just standing outside was spectactular (inside it might have been too loud anyhow, you could here the bass drums three(!) blocks away through traffic). Its hard even in NY to spot THAT many trophy wives and models (in most cases the same) at one single spot. Anyone who dared to appear there in a size 4 dress looked kinda fat there compared to the rest. So I stood there, enjoyed the view and after watching some drama and lots of air kisses (”cu in milan”) went on to continue our walk, without a real destination in mind.
Until we passed an After Party and this time it was fuc*ing showtime. It was like being in the middle of the movie Zoolander. I am used to quite some stuff, but they just blew me away with their outfits and (perfect) gender play. After watching some drama with the security (”Don’t let anyone in, no matter what, its too packed” - “but they are my friends” - “I don’t care”) we managed to sneak in somehow when the security look away. And had quite a nice time
After a while we decided to sit down on a bench between a couple of girls and I started to have a written conversation after seconds. Written? yes, because to my surprise the girls next to me could only “speak” sign language so I had my first real “live chat” in a club
We talked for quite a while (about 10 pages or so), the nicest line probably the one where she asked if she doesn’t take away too much time from my date. date? yeah with the guy next to me. what a compliment
anyhow after a while the girl next to stephane said they are going to her place and if we want to join for a drink. and guess what….
… they are super nice people. She is musician, with a passport that FULL of stamps she had to get a new one (and no, she wasn’t bragging about it. uhh. the old one was laying on her kitchen table next to a bunch of stuff.).
but the real coincidence is, they are living across our street approx. 40feet away. guess who is having BBQ next week? ….