"My father owns a shotgun"

Wow. Another week ladies and gentlemen. Another week.
Saturday afternoon. Almost 2. Sitting in my bed. Looking out the window. Empire State Building is piercing a blustery November sky. Looking around, I think a bomb may have exploded in my room last night...dress coat, north face, cardinals jacket...all strewn about....running shoes, steve madden flats, fold up dr. sholes fast flats, knee boots, and black pumps....also strewn about...each has its own story.

Ok so last night was a fun night. To say the least.

After film/TV class (which was a blast i might add) Emma and I met up at Union Square. We were going to meet up with some friends at Highbar in Times Square.  We got there only to find that they had gone elsewhere though....i met a lad in a Cincy Reds hat though, and chatted up him and his crew for a bit though.  After a frustrating turnaround, we were back on the subway headed to Soho...the 1 didn't run all the way down to Christopher St, so we had to transfer trains...long story short, we were in the subway for almost an hour! By 12:30...we were still underground...and still sober.

Out on Christopher St (we finally made it!) we were walking towards the Gansevoort Hotel, were we were going to meet up with Manuel, Emma's italian friend here on business. we made it 2 blocks until we were stopped by a promoter for the club, Veranda. "Hey you two girls...want to come to my table? Free drinks"...twist my arm...its nice being friends with a beautiful blond sweedish girl:) The club was cool....had a tree in the middle...stayed for several drinks, but then we had places to be:)

1:30 rolls around and we come upon our destination: the Gansevoort Hotel Rooftop Bar...overlooking the Hudson and conveniently next to the Boom Boom Room...only to find that there is a huge line with several bouncers. emma and i are standing and wondering what to do, trying to get ahold of manuel, when 2 guys approach us and say..."you guys trying to get to the top...come with me"....and just like that, the velvet rope opens to the front of the line and we're whisked onto the elevator. This was conveniently the man that i told, "my father owns a shotgun":)

We meet up with Manuel and his friends and hang out for a while...the club is beautiful, with sweeping vistas of the Hudson...crazy because I run past this club everyday. From the street, it looks like a warehouse...complete with a homeless man who hasn't moved since i arrived!

Several rounds later, we decide to change venues, and the 4 of us shuffle/stumble across the cobblestone street to the basement club at Spice Market...if that last club was posh upscale...this one was hipster up scale....strobe light and whatnot....Manuel got us a table, drinks, everything. Nice guy...italian...4am rolls around and we're all very much meeting our limit. So we hop in a cab to go home...i duck and roll (almost literally) at 13th and they continued onto their homes.

What a night....bed was EXTREMELY hard to get into...it seemed miles away, and equally hard to get out of in the morning when i had to go meet constantin for a scene. Luckily, i was playing a drunk flirt in the scene:) lol

Alright, well now that i've bored you to death, I'll end this post.