Chris and Jeremy returned to Denver today after a weeks visit. I really enjoyed their time out here, as always, but now that I have a chance to look back at the holiday season I realize just how crazy it's been. I guess it all started late Christmas Eve.
I was sick of working like a mad thing all week and finally put down my laptop and headed out for a late dinner. I sort of forgot what day it was and that everything was closed. After winding my way around the Village and Meat Packing District, a lonely pizza shop caught my appeal. I grabbed a quick slice. Since I was in the area and really didn't want to go home, I found myself in line at the Roxy. I'm not normally a big fan but thought what the hell. It turned out being a lot of fun. It was a light crowd, so I could actually move around while I danced. I didn't know anyone there and enjoyed being an anonymous form moved only by the beat. I ended up chatting with a few people and being more social then usual.
I met a cool guy from Brooklyn named Andre. We sort of danced in the same area for while and chatted on and off. He got me started talking about rugby, which he though sounded cool, but I was good and pulled the conversation on to other topics. A friend of his recently started go-go dancing for the club, and Andre was having a good time teasing him about his thong. At the end of the night, I was dancing with a Dominican guy I'd met and chatted with earlier. Once we were danced out, we took off and headed to his place in Jersey. The ride over was a blast. We caught this short bus at Port Authority on 42nd that was blaring salsa and meringue and sped off to West New York more rapid than eagles. The bus picked people up and dropped them off, seemingly at random, before zooming off again. It's the closest experience I think I'll ever have to riding the night bus in Harry Potter: The Prisoner of Azkaban.
The next morning I caught a more conventional bus – much to my disappointment – back to the city. It was Christmas Day and off course, Manhattan rested under an ominous hush. I love the city when it's empty. After a short nap, I made myself presentable and decided to start my Christmas shopping before heading up to Anthony's for dinner. Despite my genuine desire to spend the day alone at home eating cookie dough, painting miniatures, and watching the whole Lord of the Rings trilogy in my pajamas, I had a good time hanging out with Anthony, Peter, Merf and Chris. We played some trivial pursuit, watch something on T.V., and ate way too much of the Italian food we picked up and Peter's Christmas cookies. Later in the evening, Peter was killing me with talk about a weekend child rental program he'd devised. He had me in stitches for an hour. When the conversation finally shifted to going out to a bar or club, I was tuckered out and caught the six train home, leaving the boys to their own devices.
I think Monday and Tuesday were all doctor's appointment, the gym, and work. It's likely I ate during that time, but I don't really recall. Wednesday, however, Chris and Jeremy arrived from Denver and the whirl wind took shape. They arrived late and we trucked it over to Urge to catch the tail end for the ass contest hosted by Mrs. Gusty Winds. Thursday we saw King Kong before I scooted off to a rugby board meeting at a German restaurant called Lederhosen in the West Village. After the meeting, I caught up with Chris and Jeremy and we headed out to Barracuda, caught a disturbing L train to the east side to be scandalized by Thursday at Boy's Room, and finally hit Urge before calling it a night. Friday was more of the same. I had a doctor's appointment in the morning. Later, we met some of Jeremy and Chris's other friends visiting from Denver out at Starlight. Little Adam Joseph met us there as well along with his brother and a childhood friend. Paul and some other New Yorkers were also kicking around. Leaving Starlight some people took off for Opaline, and the rest of us hit Boy's Room for round two. Gus was working the coat check, so I got to say hello, and Johnny was there, so I got to chat with him for a short bit as well. But, Boy's Room was not the end of our night. We still had a rat infested walk to the Cock where we hung out and danced the lights on. This cute scruffy guy danced with me for a while, and we started chatting. Apparently, neither of us really looks our age. We both froze when he found out I was almost thirty four and I discovered he was only twenty two. It's a bit unsettling to think he was in 1st grade when I was graduating high school. Thankfully, the bar flipped on the house lights and ended the awkward moment.
Saturday was New Year's Eve and turned out to be a mostly quite, although not entirely sober, evening. Jeremy, Chris, Amy and I ate dinner at Empire where we gorged ourselves on sushi. The restaurant owner was there and knew Amy from on of her other establishments. I also eat there a lot and the staff knows me somewhat, so we ended up with complimentary appetizers and Sake on the house. It was a really nice treat, except for one unidentifiable, rubbery tentacle that turned in to chalky goo in you mouth and really disturbed the others. Leaving dinner, Amy went to say goodbye to the owner, give her a hug and meant to give her a friendly cheek kiss. They both ended up turning their heads to the same side, and Amy smooched her full on the lips. Returning to my pad, we hung out until 11:45 then went to Pieces just in time for the count down. We caroused and danced a bit then decided we needed a change of scene, so we dropped Amy off on my couch and headed up to Splash.
New Years day we all slept in. Upon waking I worked most of the day, while Chris, Jeremy and Amy went to lunch with Chris's sister Katie, her husband, and their two kids. We finally regrouped, lounged a bit before pulled ourselves together for the Saint at Large party at Pacha. We arrived really early and hung out on the top floor which was Johnny's party. Once the night picked up and they open the doors to the three other floors, we hit the dance floor. Amy was the first to cut out and Chris and Jeremy left around 4:40. Paul and I ended up dancing until the morning light before finding our way out into the streets. We all finally regrouped around dinner time, ate, and headed over to Rockwood to hear Adam Joseph and the Elegant Children
play. Adam sounded great as always. David was supposed to arrive back that night and play with Adam, but his flight was delayed because of the weather in California. After leaving Rockwood, we ended up at Urge where David caught up with us. I ran into Rocco there, and we had a great conversation. He was very encouraging about my continuing development with rugby, and he's got some exciting opportunities in Australia right now. He seemed really upbeat about it, and I was glad to see him. After mingling at Urge for a bit, we stepped next door to the Cock. The cigarette smoke added to my exhaustion from the night before finally did me in. Paul and I left after about fifteen minutes. We caught a midnight breakfast at Washington Square Diner and hung out for a bit, before heading our separate ways.
Tuesday didn't offer a lot of relief. After finally sleeping in, we woke up and went to lunch at Mamma Buddha with David. I split off to work while they returned to the apartment to chat and catch up. After work I caught up with Amy, Jeremy, Chris and Paul at the Dish before returning to a house jammed full off people. Adam Joseph was here with his brother, Justine and Niki. David was playing Rockwood that night and had a rehearsal with Sara Wasserman
before the gig, so her guitarist, some other song writer, and Scott all showed up in rapid succession. At that point I was ready to wind down, but with fifteen people in the apartment, it seemed like another night was just getting started. After the rehearsal wrapped up we all packed it up and headed to Rockwood to hear Sara perform. Luckily her set started on time and we reeled it in for an early night and headed home. Chris and Jeremy had an early flight the next morning, so we all headed off to our beds when we got home. Unfortunately, I remembered a small detail that I forgot to correct in my work that day, so I flipped on the computer to correct a small style issue in an article I'd edited that afternoon. I got sucked into some other projects and ended up working until 4:30 a.m.
Finally, it was Wednesday. I woke up late, Chris and Jeremy were safely off, but the flood of events wasn't over. I wrapped up some work issues, dashed uptown to my physiatrist appointment, scurried back to the village to update my membership at the Greenwich House Music School, holed up in a coffee shop to hammer out some more site function issues, worked my back toward midtown to catch Jai's Improv show, returned to the Greenwich House to practice for an hour, and finally caught some breakfast at Gray's Papaya late this evening before settling in to a relaxing night at the apartment while David had a fight with his boyfriend over the phone. Good thing the week slows down now with only a trip uptown to help a friend home form the hospital in the morning, catching up with Elias in the evening, physical therapy on Friday, followed by meeting with Diego in the evening, and possible Opaline to see David play late that night. Saturday is my dad's birthday and Big Apple Ranch starts up again after a two-week hiatus, and then Sunday, sweet Sunday, I finally have a day to rest.
Next year, for the holiday's, I'm asking Santa for two weeks in solitary confinement.