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Paying 11.76 for a small iced americano and a walnut muffin seems fitting for my last morning in NYC. I was surrounded by an old man screaming “Satanism is a lie” and flocks of people walking to what I can only assume was their 9 to 5.
It was such an interesting trip. This time I felt like I really experienced the 5 different boroughs the city that truly never sleeps, had to offer. I basically was a nomad and stayed with 4 different people for the 5 days (technically 4.5) I was there. J being the one I stayed with the most (2 days) and thankfully because I loved East Harlem.
We met the last time I was in New York and hit it off instantly. His apartment is one of those gems that has such a beautiful view of the Upper East Side looking down Lexington Ave. It was also so easy getting to, which meant it didn’t take rocket science to understand.
I travelled with my friend L and ended up staying with him for the last night of the trip. He bought the extra ticket I had to Björk under the “K” Bridge, which was my main reason for taking this trip to New York. I found myself venturing on a solo mission trip many times though. I went out on Friday and Saturday alone, which ended up being so fine.
The first night after the subpar Björk show that felt like a NYC micro influencer meet-up, I went to Nowadays alone because L was tired. I was quite upset about the show and wanted a refund. I paid to SEE Björk not just hear her.
If I wanted to hear her I could have just gone on YouTube for free and looked up older sets of hers.
The music was not bad, but that ugly ass floral reef thing blocking the decks needed to be burnt. I think I forgot to add Eartheater and Shygirl (Segabodega as well but he barely got any time which was insane) were all on the bill with her and ate her up and that’s no shade because Björk…that’s my mother.
However, I’m too real to not admit what’s actually true. Anyways, back to Nowadays, it was cute and I even met a girl (sorry I don’t remember her name unfortunately), with an Invisible City tote bag (if you saw it you’d know the one I’m talking about), in line and sparked a conversation. She told me that her boyfriend lives in Hamilton and she loves to go record digging at Invisible City and Play Da Record (2 of Toronto's BEST used/new record shops). That was cool and we were just kiking in line until we got in. Their one friend was quite standoff-ish for whatever reason but we talked about music, good food places in Brooklyn, and just random music opinions.
There was only one DJ that night and all I have to say is…Bravo.
I was all alone and felt so weird, but I liked that feeling. The feeling of being in a somewhat unfamiliar place, all alone, drunk and dancing wasn’t new to me at all. It helped that I wasn’t allowed to be on my phone on the dance floor (one of their many rules) because I would have been texting my friend the whole time. I did flirt with one guy a bit (don’t know his name so we will just go with C). He was cute, tall, with long-scratchy-black hair and wearing this black leather jacket I complimented him on.
Now let me get to the juicy night….Saturday night. I went to see X-Coast, X3Butterfly and Miu Miu at Paragon. It was amazing and I would recommend it even to my worst enemy. X3Butterfly made me feel like the dancing I was doing was being surgically injected into my veins, that’s what I want when I see a DJ live. The others were great too, but X3 just took me to that place I needed. I did have one smoke break and I met R, which was my key to a successful night.
R gave me 2 bumps of blow and I thought I wasn’t gonna find it at all (these NYC broads don’t like to share), but I did! It was like I’d hit the American jackpot. 4 snorts and I was like Carrie in that one episode of SATC, you know the one where they go to Staten (maybe Long) Island for the firefighter show and get drunk on Long Island iced tea. There is a meme of her dancing in the middle of the floor…anyways.
He was so generous and he even opened up to me about being curious once a long time ago. “I kissed a boy at the club when I was younger,” he said as we were smoking outside the venue, “ but once I got a girlfriend I just brushed off that side of myself”. I always have to ask because no straight man comes up to you and sparks a conversation like that.
Why would a 100 percent heterosexual man come up to a cunty bitch like myself, when there are so many beautiful women inside? I even got to meet his girlfriend inside.
That’s not even the end of the night. I stepped on over to The End and it was so good to end the night there. I’d gone there the first time I went to New York in March, but had been dying to go back. It’s basically Bushwick’s very own version of Bambi’s. I danced for 2 hours and could quite honestly say it was the best two hours of dancing I’ve done in a while (maybe exaggerating but who cares).
Now imagine if I didn’t go out to The End, I wouldn’t have hooked up and slept over at this guy’s beautiful apartment around the corner. Don’t remember his name either (I really got to stop getting railed while intoxicated), but what I do remember is him being short, mid and rich.
Oh oh oh yes…he works in film, and I remember him telling me that. His dick was pretty big as well, which is never a complaint on my end.
It wasn’t a bad time but I hate how it felt after when I woke up. It literally felt like his on button was pushed off. Kind of like a robot with no emotions, and what happened to aftercare?
He was my only hookup this trip and I most definitely regretted it. Note to self don’t ever fuck the first guy that gives you attention in another city ladies!
New York New York New York (in my Liza with a ‘Z’ voice) you were everything to me and I can’t wait to come back.
If there's one piece of advice I could give…it would be to bring more money than 150 USD and an almost maxed-out credit card.
I was struggling babes, but I love living life on the edge hahaha.