anywho

please disregard last post. gotta stop these drunk posts. this blog is starting to sound like college.

anyway, last night 2 friends and i crashed some hedge fund holiday party at a penthouse loft in the village. there were about 600 people there, and we walked right by the bouncer, pretended we were employees, and officially became one of the hordes of crashers.

the party itself was funny. the local was gorgeous, it was open bar, there was food (that was gone by the time we got there), and massive amounts of people. the loft space was complete with 3 floors, 2 outdoor terraces, and a rooftop pool that was allegedly the pool where Samantha got busy with Richard on Sex and the City. i am terrified of heights, and this place was not for the faint of heart. but i went up there, stared at the view, and said fuck it, i can do this.

next step, empire state building. well, maybe not.