Farshid came back into town for the evening. (Yes, he still straightens his hair.)
We stopped in at Moustache for our favorite lamb pitza.
And then we bounced around to a few random parties/bars.
Our first stop was Tonic, where MattyWhitz's friend was having a birthday thing. It was fun-ish, until I met some some ugly ho stranger chicks that talked to me for a while until I turned around and then proceeded to give me a giant wedgie. I elbowed one bitch in the face and smacked the other one away and seriously was like, "WHAT. THE. FUCK??!??! Who DOES that???"
I stormed out of the bar. Straight people suck.
Looking back, I think it would have been totally epic if I had reached out, grabbed their flimsy little tops, one in each hand, and ripped them straight off their bodies as I walked out, leaving them stunned and oh-so-topless.
We ended up bouncing to some other bar where Farshid and his friend Manish picked up a drunk Sasian to drag along with us to our final destination: Piano's on the Lower East Side.
It was a pretty crowded place. But so much fun.
For $5 you could gain access to the secret dancefloor they had upstairs.
Nobody else really wanted to dance, so KG and I went upstairs, found a corner, and danced away.
At one point some potato-shaped barslut who had been trying to pick up KG all night walked up to him and said, "What, do you only dance with GUYS?!!?!?"
"No..." he replied, "I'm dancing with my friends."
He dismissed her and she stomped away, breasts and fat-rolls jiggling.
It was pretty hilarious.
Afterwards we autopiloted toward pizza.
Encountered random topless painted-on people.
And posed in pictures with Street Sasians.
Great times.
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