Single and Bitter

Is the lack of sex really stunting my productivity? I have been through way too many ups and mostly downs to really invest more emotionally... Case in point I recently attempted to join a dating service under the name singleandbitter... I gave up on it quick... I remember awful days of attempting to set people up on dates in the selfish hopes of gleaning some type of love karma. Love is like karma is like playing with stocks and trading. Depending on your personal investing habits you could be quite rich or in the poor house. For me my love life with beyond below the poverty line. These days I noticed I'm at the bottom of the barrel, everyone else is all happy and fat with their love and their lives. It's a struggle as I always wished the best for my friends and had also envisioned romantic dinners at Pace with a table of 8 all together on a quadruple date, drinking bordeaux and stuffed with pasta... we all would be fat and happy together. Instead I'm left to my drunken loneliness in clubs dancing to my own beat.

My week started off with Matthew picking me up to go say good bye to my good friend Alex who was off to Florida... Whiskey with water backs did not sustain my misery standing in front of me was a deceitful ex-fuck who offered a cerebral deception of joy. I was more than livid to be in M's presence. I heard the wailing of a whale that screamed of lonely misconceptions... I left pissed and cloudy.

Matthew

Earl

Ariel

Dead Rhett

Alex

On Tuesday I made it out for happy hour at the Avalon Hotel where Myles spun with the help of Ms Daisy O'dell who looked so grand after coming back from a trip to Canada to get hitched. She was part of a group of people I held close to me in the hopes of following the path of equalizing work and leisure... She still moved around and roamed, unlike Alice who had frequently flaked out on me, she was one of my former party companions who never left my side at an event. She finally stopped the life of bed hopping and bar hopping to settle down with her destined lover who had been her highschool sweety. It was beautiful yet inconvenient to those like me who were unoccupied, nor lucky in love to invest that much, She was glowing... she sure looked good.

Daisy

Rox Vavi Annie and her man

The always dapper Myles Hendrik

The next night I headed out to Bardot in an innocent nude body suit and head full of dirty ideas. I was feeling quite melancholy at the ideas of sitting amongst a barrage of hipster-goths getting down to each other. It was like an orgy of disappointment, a barbaric display of hipness. I was there alone and so glad to be me. It was funny as I ran out bare nearly naked in a nude suit. I was so liberated yet constraint. I needed to destroy my ego. A few shot and some champagne only turned me into a lush. I left appropriately with Peachy and my sister Blake who I knew would keep me in check.

Baby Ian was in town

ID GAF

Ryan bored

Peachy and a Fag

Congrats to Lily who just got out of school

The Avery's

My only lover

Kells

Live for Dori

On Thursday I bumped into a friend I hadn't seen in a while she had been committed to her work and her love. She had a bump in the tum that was no a baby but rather the effect of preventative measures. She was the happiest I had ever seen her but I couldn't help but wonder how she was able to be so comfortable in her skin... perhaps it was something I could strive for. Later that night I went with Baby Ian, Baby Nico, and Stevie to TeaRoom to Hang with The DinoRockers and rock out. The soundtrack of the night stuck to metal with Dio Blasting While the tearooms Tonic teas were ingesting.

Adam

Apollo Staar

Afterward we went to Pinches which has the new fish taco I'm living for...

Ian Markell

Shunfuck and Nico

The next day was a near perfect Friday. I headed to the Ed Moses art show to meet up with Noah and Roberta. The show which showcases his intricate work in textures and architecture. The Show also featured a pig roast and an amazing Rockabilly band, apparently from Oklahoma, whose style fit so well with the current Americana revival that the store Craft has been so lucky to cash in on... There was a romance to the entire place from the table settings California casual to the bands sound and attire and most importantly the arts strong lines and organic cross hatching...





That night I went out for a drink of Jameson on the rocks, but came home to an attempt of inventing a lover on the phone.

Saturday was Perfect weather for Ian's Birthday where the pool was a perfect 76 degrees and the wind blew sparingly. The soundtrack arose well in our ears as the Margaritas fucked us up...











The day was innocent and blissful... As the night settled in I was abruptly disturbed, the night was here and the neon flew. I was always one to be back stage to help out with clothing but this time around I walked it out. Ping Ping and Rabbit showed of an array of leggings this particular night... I took a few sips of really harsh whiskey that got me going on and ran and humped the stage...











The night ended on a bitter note. Matilda, who drove that night headed back towards the westside and while I was completely drained, she asked if I would be willing to just cab it home, for she had decided to sleep over her boyfriends house. I nearly cracked, this was the last straw for the injustices that those stuck in boyfriendland had inflicted on me.She asked what I wanted to do, I said whatever she wanted, she didn't get it. She offered me a few bucks for a cab I immediately scoffed and shot the offer down, I felt cheap and hurt. She had had a so so relationship that only stayed glued together due to nearly 5 years together. The rest of the time she had day dreamed of British one night stands with quite the dim models. Though many of my friends maintained appropriated relationships by diversifying the meaning of commitment. I left alone again in the cab single and bitter, but more enlightened than before. If Matilda's relationship was to standardize the meaning of relationshit's I didn't want any part in it... I guess I better be on the prowl for a monogamous fuck buddy to drink and hang with... I left alone single, bitter, and ...

BTW...

THE PASSWORD
New York, New York

Happy Hour 10-12
$3 shots
$4 Beer
$5 Wine and champagne


THE PASSWORD

New York, New York

Happy Hour 10-12
$3 shots
$4 Beer
$5 Wine and champagne


Last week was truly epic and the reason why we rule week in and week out... and it's all thanks to you lovely lot.

This week is going to be more of the same but with a decidedly East coast flavor. Our pals and supreme taste makers, Whitney Fierce, Danielle Reuther and Ian Markel are coming to guest DJ our fair party for one night only!

Plus this week we are starting a brand new happy hour from 10-12, with $3 shots, $4 Beers and $5 wine and champagne. Time more than ever to get in early.


LA BOUM (goes NEW YORK)
yes we do rule
10-2am
the regular spot


SPECIAL GUEST DJ's

Whitney Fierce
Danielle Reuther
Ian Markell


THE PASSWORD

New York, New York

Happy Hour 10-12
$3 shots
$4 Beer
$5 Wine and champagne