complete madness

last night i partied up a storm. it was so wild i dont know where to begin.
got off of work at 11, hopped in a cab downtown to the meat packing district, to meet some friends at pastis. i really dont get what all the fuss is over pastis? like sun brunch for those french ham and cheese things and belinis, yes, but im just not feeling the dinner vibe. although everyones always there. i dont want to name drop, but i was introduced to a friend of the man i was with, who happens to be ceo of a very large, very well known fashion company. he had his own body guard. major. so pastis was brief. we walked around the corner to budha bar. there was a group of about 8? got one of their large glass floor tables and ordered coconut mojitos and black budhas. dangerous! last time i had a black budha was for a's bday back in april. after just two i was completly out of it and ready to head home. there potent. so around 1 we hopped into his escalade and his driver drove us over to butter. i love people with drivers and hot cars. anyway. butter-obv the place to be a mon night. thats when the craziness really ensued. typical model type crowd. cut the line of course. he had his publist call and reserve a table. ordered lots of bottles of moet champagne and soon im shaking my ass on top of the table. it was all good fun. seriously though, there are few things in life i enjoy more than dancing wildly on table tops in the best clubs wiht champagne flute in one hand and cig in the other. just makes me happy ok? hopped back in the escalade around 4am and headed over to beatrice inn which i love love love! seriously the vibe there is so hipster and laid back and rock and roll and just the epitome of cool. even the champagne glasses are just those retro ones. the djs are unique and the dancing is the head bobbing drugged out kind (even though i dont do drugs, it just looks like everyone there has just been on a major coke binge lindsay lohan style). oh i ran into this bitchy parisian girl there whose in one of my classes and thinks shes the shit bc shes done a lot of film work in europe. she gave major attitude which is never fun. prob the one flaw of the night (up to that point). so left beatrice at 6(yes 6AM) with the sun shining bright. i love those nights... you see people just waking up heading to work with their coffee and your in such the opposite state its weird idk, but anyway i headed back to a certain friends apt to sleep over bc for some reason i was just on a huge adrenaline kick and was not tired. this guy is hard to read. ill elaborate because i have time. he uses words such as "Darling" and "lover" and "fabulous". He wears cleanly pressed, uber chic top designer clothing and has wicked style. Hes past metro... hes def crosses into the sterotypical gay zone, yet he swearsss hes straight. and i believe him bc he always is vying for my attention, i mean sexually. and he always points out certain girls he deems "fuckable". but then he'll say something like "Darling, that bitch is wearing last seasons jimmy choos". so confusing right? well whatever, i sleep over at his apt bc A. its 7 times the size of mine (at least), is in one of the best apt buildings in nyc, where tons of celebrities live (good sightings) has a pool, gym, rooftop access with a golfcourt and room service. yes, roomservice. oh and a killer view and balcony. so we go back and get in pajamas and start fighting or laughing or something and ended up playing dress up haha! it was so fun! he finally went to bed but i stayed up and drank some more wine (pinot grigio makes an excellent breakfast) talked on the phone for a while, then went up to the roof to soak up the sun and fabulous views.

i got in a cab to go to class today at 2. and now im at work. and exhausted. the end.