SOPRANO'S PARTY 8-26-04
Being that Ink was back in town I lined up a nice night of party. The night kicked off at Josh Clark's swank pad, where his building was having it's monthly art show, and DJ' d courtyard party.
We chilled outside for a bit chatting drinking the free wine and chatting up with the ladies and a few of the building's sexy model elite. We didn't really plan ahead on this one; considering we were starting our night with wine. . . this never is a good idea.
Josh Clark, Ran-D, Ink, myself, Emerson and his date Angela, Zack, and Josh's new roommate Paul (Josh's old hot chick roommates moved out and Zack and Paul took their place).
We moved the party upstairs to their room where Paul had just begun to unpack his massive boxed-for-moving-fully-stocked-bar-supply of assorted liquor.
Paul works on Wall Street, but mixes drinks like the best L.E.S. booze slingers. We started doing rounds of shots. All kinds of crazy shots I've never tried before. We had chocolate cakes, brain damages, something that was called aborted fetus or something like that.
Anyway, by the time we got out of there we were already pretty buzzed. By the time we got in the cab we were on the way to drunk. By the time the cab pulled up to Club Quo we were all hammered.
We were going to Club Quo because Lillo Brancato, Jr. (Played Matt on Sopranos), and Patrick Cooley (actor / voice over / party promoter) were having a joint birthday party there and Patrick had been cool enough to comp my entire list.
The party was hosted by Rocco and Alex Martini.
In case you are confused Lillo's character on Sopranos played Christopher's friend who tried to rat him out and got whacked this season. He was also in A BRONX TALE and some other stuff, a good guy.
We got on the line and the bouncer was giving me flack when I had just cleared it with Patrick personally that day and he had promised me that it wouldn't be a problem, and my friends would be comped. Even though I was rolling in there with 7 guys and one girl (don't try this at home kids, it's impossible in any normal situation).
I gotta thank you guys for doing that, the party was slamming. I had such a blast in there mackin' to all the ladies, and the music was perfect. At some point in the night I stumbled back into the VIP bar in the back and chilled with the high rollers.
Paul at this point was gone beyond belief. He kept buying drinks for everybody until he couldn't walk (at $12 a shot that's not cheap- Paul is tha man!). Josh and Ran-D put him in a cab and sent him home.
We decided to switch locations so I said goodbye to Patrick and thanks again for getting us all in, and told him I'd write good things, deservedly.
We walked on 10th or 11th Avenue South and cut over onto 23rd street. It was at this time we decided to board cabs and shoot down to the L.E.S.; Emerson and Angela had enough for the night and hopped a cab elsewhere.
We (the 5 remaining guys) got dumped out of our cabs on Houston and The Bowery. We started walking a few feet and Ran-d had to piss. In a drunken instinctive reaction we all collectively shielded him with our bodies as he dropped trow and pissed on the nearest storefront. Nobody was the wiser.
We got down to Max Fish and decided this was a good place as any to settle in. We went towards the back and sat by the pool table. Josh started up a conversation with this cute black skater chick. Ink, Ran-D and I talked it up with a crowd of skater chicks in the back. The rest of the night is kinda blurry.
I do remember going over to Luna lounge and schooling some people in Foosball. Then we ended up playing against this guy who's like the unofficial house champion. I say this, because I only roll into Luna once every couple months and every time I'm there I end up playing foosball with this guy, and every time he beats me by like one or two points. It's always when I'm pretty drunk, so I never remember the cat's name. I'm sure if you go to Luna any night of the week and there is one guy who is always there and I guess gets the biggest kicks in his life from beating people in foosball, that assuredly is the same dude.
P.S. I think he's British, Australian, or Irish, he's got an accent, that's all I know.
Just another day in the life of an Art Juggernaut.
-Cojo