Fire Burning on the Dancefloor

I know people are reading my blog, I do see the traffic it gets. I guess my life is kind of boring for most of you. For me my everyday life is exciting, something i've never been able to do before, and something I really enjoy writing about. I promise the next post will be more serious and thought provoking and even possibly scandalous (maybe i'll even get a comment or 2 ;) ). Reading through this post I realized how repetitive it gets since I don't mention people names, so it's always a friend, the boys, the guys. It's annoying for me to read and I know who they are, so it must be even worse for you. Sorry about that, but there's nothing I can do because I am not coming up with fake names for all my friends, lmao.

All this takes place the week after the last post. A friend of mine was having a birthday party at a bar somewhere in the city. I was practically out the door when I get a call letting me know that a cousin of mine had gotten engaged and instead of heading to Manhattan, I was heading to one very religious neighborhood in Brooklyn for the engagement party. Don't get me wrong, I was happy to be there, but how about some notice people?!

Anyway at least I had something to look forward to... I was meeting PhD the next day :) only to have him cancel on me again. Yeah I know, some of us have to work. So instead I met up with a friend from back home who was visiting NYC on some crazy trip around the world. We met in Soho and practically the first thing he said to me was how does my family not know i'm gay. Well I did have my 'gay look' on then. But i guess no-one sees me like that, except my gay friends. We went around while he shopped and shopped but didn't quite drop. We then went back to his hotel to unload all the purchases and for a couple of drinks before going off to dinner in the meatpacking district. The place he wanted to take me to was closed for renovations so we went elsewhere, had a nice meal and then decided to go up on the highline - my second time up there. This time it was sunset and really nice. Quite full as well!

We then walked through Chelsea and went looking for a bar. It was early so we just went in to Ate Ave for a drink or 2. Our waiter was a cute boy from North Dakota... so dreamy :) . It was here that this guy made a move on me. How on earth do you tell a person that you're not into them that way? That they're not your type? Besides the fact that he has a boyfriend back home. Seriously, WTF?! Is it just a gay thing? Where everyone is into open relationships and multiple sex partners and all that shit? I just don't get it. If you find someone that you like and are in a relationship with this person why do you look elsewhere? This whole i can sleep with who I want as long as we maintain a DADT policy back home just riles me up. I guess that sort of ended the night on a slightly bad note.

The next day I had a date. With a girl. I don't think I need to tell you about that, but glad that it's over. The next day I was in Manhattan and I felt I needed to speak to PhD about something. I'd go into more detail but I think it deserves its own post. Suffice to say I have a huge crush on him, lol.

That night was hanging time at the Phoenix. I'd never been there before (almost made it with Mr Z but that didn't happen) so I was glad to see some new bars, especially since I hadn't done much in the East Village. I'd received a text earlier to meet some of the guys there. "Was there a special occasion?" I enquired. "Do we ever need one?" was the response. More than enough reason for me :) . Of course even getting there after the scheduled meeting time doesn't mean there'll be people I know there. There was one guy, glad that someone had shown up to save him from all the boys/men in the room. And he's cute so I could definitely see why he needed it. Eventually people showed up, cheap beers, what more could you want? Drinking, talking, meeting people, friends of friends. It was lots of fun. Eventually most of the guys left so I decided to head to Eastern Bloc with some of my new friends. Of course the 2 minutes I was left alone before we left the Phoenix was more than enough for guys to pounce. Umm no thanks. It was quite late, probably around 2am when we left. We spent an hour at Eastern Bloc (which was past it's prime that late at night) and went home.

The next day it was time for more partying! A friend was having a birthday party at the Elmo Lounge. One thing I don't turn down is a party with the gays cos they sure know how to party. First I popped into Urban Pita on Houston with a (straight) friend before he went off to his own thing. And who do we run into but one of my gay friends. It wasn't a problem because this friend I was with is a close friend that i'd outed myself too. So I kind of introduced him and included that he was straight. Anyway we ate and then went our separate ways. It was funny at this party how many people I recognized as friends of Jay Murray yet who didn't know that I was actually him. So what does one do at a party? Drink, talk, socialize, dance, meet people. So thats what I did. Met lots of people, new guys, old friends, really enjoyed it.

As it got later the party ended and we moved to the location of the afterparty which was Key Club. Maybe 15 of us total, but others were there already. The place was packed and really pumping. What else does one do at a place like this? Drink and dance of course! And yeah more of Jay's friends were here. There were gogo boys, and some dancers and drag queens that put on a bit of a performance. One of the backup dancers was absolutely gorgeous! There was one guy I met there, well I was introduced to him. First we started dancing, then things got closer and before you knew it we were kissing on the dancefloor. Unfortunately things ended too quickly because he had an early flight the following morning so had to make it an early night. But we exchanged numbers and let's see if I hear back from him soon - he said he'll be back midweek. So here's hoping :) It appears that one of the other guys was into this guy and not too happy that I was introduced to him... because he just got cockblocked! And i made it back home before 4.20am for once!

Friday was a crazy day, it wasn't hot, but it was humid as hell. I had planned a weekend in the city (an invite out for Friday night dinner) but for reasons I won't be going into here my usual places were unavailable. I sent out an SOS via facebook status before going out the previous night and someone came through for me. So all was set. I dropped off my stuff at his place (in Washington Heights), had a shower and picked up some fruit for dessert for the meal I was heading to in Hell's Kitchen. I arrived as the guys were in the middle of prayers, which I joined in a bit. Then it was time for food! It was a really nice meal - dairy, which you don't really have much on Friday nights, great company, good food, nice wine. It was a really fun and enjoyable evening. And the huge glass windows provided a light show with a storm in the area. At one point my cellphone buzzed. I must've had a huge smile on my face because the guy sitting opposite me saw me reading the message, and asked if it was from the 'guy from Thursday night'. Yeah it was :)

After the meal we all went our separate ways I went with one guy on the subway, he was heading to a party, but I had no idea where I was heading. But we always have a blast on the subway, and he mentioned how weird it felt realizing the world doesn't stop for the sabbath, everyone goes out, does their own thing and here we were, doing the same thing. Some people overheard us and we got chatting with them a bit, before it was time to get off. Shabbat Shalom bitches!

I decided to meet up with some of the guys who were meeting at Rockit, which is essentially a dance party. Great music, lots of bodies, dancing, drinks. Had a great time even though it was boiling inside and i felt like i had sweat pouring down my face and body constantly. We left late and made it home late (via subway and cab - don't ask, lol).

Saturday morning, time to sleep in. I showered and came out only to find the lunch guests had arrived. I wasn't exactly appropriately dressed to meet guests, haha, but we were going out anyway. We met up with a couple others on the UWS for brunch. A beatiful day, perfect for brunch. We thought of one place but ended up at the Arte Cafe on 73rd St. For an extra $12 they offered unlimited drinks, this was going to be a long brunch. Their menu was big enough that those of us who didn't keep kosher yet wouldn't eat non kosher meat or shellfish would have plenty to pick from. And non stop Peach Bellinis and champagne (among other drinks)? What more could one ask for? Once the glass was emptied they came to refill it. If only service was like this everywhere.

It was a very long and lazy brunch, and once we were done it was off to check out the Met, aka the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Some of us were more intoxicated than others, and more guys joined us. There were a few exhibitions we checked out - Francis Bacon, Michaelangelo's first painting, the Egyptian exhibit, a great fashion exhibit and the rooftop of course with some weird metal structure that apparently qualifies as art, lol. After the Met we went to Central Park. Smallish gay Jewish crowd being that it was quite late, but still full of gorgeous guys, including one that sat near us who was quite stunning. What else do you do when you're at a huge place like this. You go for a walk and check out the scenery ;) .

Those who did not join us for the fabulous brunch were getting hungry so we got some food and before long it was off to another party. This time a housewarming in someone's apartment in Hell's Kitchen. I wasn't feeling the best and was thinking of bailing early, and then suddenly I felt fine. Weird. Anyway, the usual crowd, gays, jews, gay jews, and others, together with drinks, music, dancing, and a male to female ratio of approximately 10 to 1. Can't really go wrong with that. Well actually there is if you see a guy you like and are too shy to do much about it other than chat a bit. And of course I get hit on by a girl. Well not quite hit on, she was basically telling me that I am the perfect package, and if I meet someone who is exactly like me, just not gay, I should let her know. Meanwhile if I find someone like me that's not gay, i'm not telling her, i'm going to turn him gay, lmao.

Before the night was over, with plenty of alcohol in my system and a bit high I told this cute guy that I thought he was absolutely gorgeous. But I can't remember what his response was. FML! I think he wasn't interested, but I got his number, and unless I made a complete ass of myself that night, maybe i'll hear from him sometime in the future. Funny though how everyone else I spoke to woke up the next day hungover or threw up upon getting out of a cab, and I was absolutely fine. Ok i know TMI. Maybe my system had been saturated from the last few nights that it just didn't affect me, because I did have plenty to drink throughout the night.

Wow this has been a crazy long blog posting. Well that's my life, until next time :)
Jay