Madness

I have a good friend in town this weekend and decided to play the good host and take him around. Its the right thing to do of course and I will also dip my feet, or at least a toe into gay New York life after over a decade of being away from it. I have been out a few times before this weekend but to a bar here or there in the EV. With company in town I felt thatto give him that total NY experience we needed to do Chelsea (mistake #1). He likes to dance and I know that as a good host I need to get over myself, bite the bullet and head on out and cut the rug with the young and beautiful. If I can avoid looking at myself in any mirrors I can get through the night right? I love music , I used to live to go out and dance, so how bad could it be? Very bad.

After little research we settled on Splash (mistake #2). I can't even go into the grizzley details, lets just say Friday night is called "Tribe", and the usual cast of characters were there, our shirtless friends, our friends with the flags, glo stick boy, with his better half lazer pointer man. All of this not new to me could have been bearable, IF the music was good. When did a good house music song stop having lyrics? It was beat after beat, not a word to be heard (hence the name Tribe). I wanted to stick hot pencils in my ears. Every other second all I wanted to do was have a cigarette but alas no even that has been taken away.
Its at moments like that when I can truly feel along in a crowd. Everyone else seemed to be having fun? Along with my bad house keeping skills, did I loose the disco/party gene as well, whats next my snappy fashion sense?