My birthday night...
So i 'm 26 now and let me start this blog off with a bit of happiness for once. My birthday was amazing. I started the night by attending Marc Jacobs fashion show and sitting in the front row with my date, Jason Preston. The show was breath taking, beside Marc's fall collection being absolutley beautiful, Sonic Youth performed as the models walked the runway. When the show was over i found myself face to face with some pretty interesting people that i'm have no problem talking shit about. Kevin Federline: Absolutely disgusting in person. I got a good laugh as Marc played off the sinsignificance of meetting the wanna be rapper. Selma Blair: so cute and nice. Victoria Beckham: this bitch needed to get out of my face. No bitch i would never wanna come back satge at a spice girls concert. Where is your husband?
The afterparty was just as amazing. The Daily News claimed there was alot of sexula tension in the air:
"And then there was Jacobs' sometime fiancé Jason Preston, who found himself face-to-face with ab-rific porn star Erik Rhodes. All three of them got dirty on the dance floor and in a banquette. It was Jason touching Erik and Erik touching Jason and both of them touching Marc all night long.
When we asked Eric about his relationship with Jacobs, he just lifted his shirt to reveal a 12-pack. Guess we had our answer."
Sorry that's not exactly what happened... but it sounds like a good story right. Like i talk by showing my abs and it just happens to mean :"yes daily news, marc and i fuck our brains out". Like i said before, this just goes to show you, that you cant believe everything you read.
Anyways, i spent the rest of the afterparty socializing with the likes of Lil' Kim, who is amazing and other less worthy celebs in my eyes like Rachel Zoe. I concluded my night with quite diner with Marc and jason. I sware to God, they gave me the best birthday i could have ever asked for. These are the types of people i need in my life. Regardless of all the celebs i met, it didnt even compare to just hanging with them. Even right now writing this it makes me happy as a clam. So if you guys are reading this. Thank you so much. XOXO.
(oh and as for some of the websites telling me to shut up about Marc Jacobs if there is no story... trust me i will. Because there isn't. I was just blogging about my weekend. End of story. But keep enjoying reading my blog looking for a story)
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So Saturday Night
I ended up going to the party that replaced The Roxy here in New York called Stereo and a huge shocker to my friends but i ended up leaving the party by myself. I'm not gonna say that it was an ugly party at all, because it wasn't. It was just an ugly scene in terms that its the same people. Just older. Still just living for the weekends and dance music and popping pills of exstacy. Seriously, i didnt even know that people were still doing exstacy. What is this high school?
Anyways, I tried to find someone worth talking to, but the more i thought about it the less i thought i could even give a fuck about someone that make this type of party there life. What turns fags on about dancing shirtless, being covering is the sweat and stench of 600 misc guys and listening to the same beat till the early morning. Its funny cuz i saw a couple of guys that i used to have a hugest crushes on back when i used to go to roxy, and they are still doing the same shit years later. Still tweaking, shirtless and looking for meaningless sex. These are the types of guys, i want in my life? Fuck that. I just kept saying to myself, "yeah i could have sex with anyone here, but who out of this crowd of guys do i wanna cuddle with and wake up next to" the answer was none of them. So i left by myself. It was a waste of time, but an eye opener.
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