we began the night with dinner at LUCKY STRIKE. i could live off their bread, it’s like biting into a heavenly cloud.
with a pre-game meal in our bellies we made our way to the cliz-ub. people were lined up at 10pm to party (and for the free drinks, i presume).
U N T I L . . .
*read it and weep, folks. for anyone who has ever excitedly put on a crispy pair of kicks, only to have your dreams shattered by the stomp of one drunken fool – you know what this image feels like. not only does it hurt your soul, but some of you are weeping. to add insult to injury, dude not only stomped the eff out of this unsuspecting shoe, he also rammed into all of us who were standing there (including me, which resulted in the spillage of a drink all over my white tank top).
i was ok with wearing champagne, but the injured (who will remain nameless) did not take nicely to it. he wanted to explain to dude why he was so angry, but drunken master was not having that. his girlfriend was even worse at diffusing the bomb; that bomb being of TRINIDADIAN/JAMAICAN descent, if you know what i mean. the whole thing ended with an open-hand slap to dude’s grill. not pretty.
*all and all, the night ended splendidly. i literally danced all night long like i was at a rave circa 1995. SABEL asked ELLE if i was on something – as if! haha. i just never get to have fun at my own parties, because it’s always work.
SUPER SPECIAL CONGRATS to the guys of PEGLEG NYC.
this collaboration with OPENING CEREMONY is MAJOR!!!