i went to a party last saturday night, i didn't get laid, i got in a fight

by mg at 09:51 PM on April 29, 2002

I suppose it only fair that I do my wrap up of Choire’s party two days later and only after all the other blogger literati who attended have already beat the thing to death. People say something about better late than never, not me, mind you, but I’ve heard other people say that. The plan was for me, Michele and Baz to meet up at Holiday, a dive bar on St Marks place, for pre-party drinks. But, Michele, the big wuss, didn’t come out with us. Something about getting smashed in the face with fastball. Whatever. So, because I didn’t want to be a third wheel with Miss B and her boy, I hastily called my friend (Evil)Tom and convinced him to leave his apartment. Good for him.

We met up, and blah blah blah. Miss B peeped her abusive ex-boyfriend in at the table next to ours, and I threatened to beat him up for her. I may be little, but I’m tough. Damnit. I’d of messed his shit up.

After a couple drinks (what the hell, why did we even go out for pre-party drinks in the first place?), we headed up to Chorie’s place. Choire is actually pronounced Cory. I may call him that to his face (that or “love-monkey”), but he’ll always be Choire in my head. Despite my little pic being only 40X40 pixels, he actually recognized me right away. Despite him wearing a shirt, I recognized him right away too. Though, he is much gayer in real life.

Choire’s apartment is cute. It could probably fit into my living room, but cute, the kind of place all my friend’s parents who lived in Manhattan had. Which was oddly disturbing; I kept expecting an adult to walk in and glare at all his underage child’s friends getting drunk in his flat. Anyway.

The part was very cool. Me and Tom and Baz quickly found comfort in the kitchen, maybe because no one else was in there, and maybe because that was where all the alcohol was. It offered us a good place to meet everyone as they wandered into the party. We met up with Green Lantern (aka Sparky aka The Big Ass), who, for some reason, took an immediate disliking to me. Now, unless you do something to one of my friends or I, I love everyone; I’m just that way. But I wanted to kick this drunk fucks ass so bad. Unfortunately, he had about a foot and 200 pounds on me. And, he really wasn’t that bad after all.

Other people streamed into the party, most noticeably Chris from Uffish. I haven’t met many NYC Bloggers (though I met a few later into the party), and if they were all as cool as her, they’d be pretty cool. Chris joined the kitchen crew, and was a welcome addition.

Eventually, we moved out to join the rest of the party. Amongst the throngs of Internet rock stars were Andy, of Andy’s Chest and Scott of Neurotic Jew. Like me, they are two unemployed dot.com types. I’d venture to say the majority of the party was unemployed. Or at least unhappy with their job, and not that everyone-is-unhappy-with-their-job and we-should-all-be-able-to-lie-around-naked-while-nubile-teenagers-put-grapes-in-our-mouthes kind of way.

Some other stuff happened and some other people were there (including Keithers, who is responsible for their being author bio pages on badsam, though he didn’t remember that, the bastard). I stumbled home sometime around 3, but only after I puked up my dinner riding between cars on the elevated 7 train. Sorry if I hit your car. That’ll wash off easy.

So, there you have it. If you aren’t satisfied with my wrap-up, you can check out the post-party commentary by Choire (with pictures), Baz, Uffish, and/or Andy.