So I'm here in New York City on fall break having a generally good time. I must admit, the city is more fun when you have unlimited funds (or unmaxed credit cards!). But good times were had. I arrived Saturday afternoon, had an early dinner with Doug, and then got ready to go out. Me, Doug, and his boyfriend Linzey headed out to meet up with some friends of mine from UNC -- Zach Howell and Drew McLelland -- at a fancy-pants GLAAD fundraising shin-dig at some lady's $25 million apartment. It was sick. But the cosmos were free and the martini glasses deep, so we partook greedily. We were, of course, the punks in the back sneering and generally making inappropriate comments during the GLAAD guy's pitch for money (they even brought out the token openly gay black minister from Harlem to show the power of the media to change culture... wait, what?). Turns out, the guy standing next to us that kept glaring in our direction was a GLAAD board member. Whoops! Glad Zach doesn't work there anymore... But really, the best part was when we were approached to join the Media Circle at the low cost of only $125 / month! What a steal. We promised her that we were taking it under *serious* consideration. Right...

From there we went over to Brooklyn to some boring ass party in Park Slope. I won't mince words: If I ever serve apricots topped with some blue cheese puff on top at any of my parties, shoot me in the face. Needless to say, we stayed twice as long as I would have liked and had twice as much of the free booze to cope with the boring conversations that enveloped us. If I sound bitter, it's because I lost my Saturday night in New York City to a bunch of yuppies in Brooklyn. Fuck that!

The best part of that party was when we left - with the only other two interesting homos there in tow. One of Doug's coworkers and his partner tagged along with us as we headed over to The Pheonix and later to Nowhere in The East Village. I must say, I was in the mood to let my hair down and party hard. Instead, we mostly stood around with our cocktails and had generally polite conversation. That's great - and I if I lived in NYC I'd be totally pleased with that trajectory for a Saturday - but I live in Michigan, not NYC. I wanted to wake up the next morning with sore legs and a foggy outline of the night prior. Alas, my hopes for a crazy blur of a Saturday night were never realized.

By the time Sunday rolled around I was totally ready to party. I was sure that Paul -- who happened to be in town from Michigan as well -- would find the info on the crazy party. But, alas, there was a serious obstacle in such a plan: most people work on Monday mornings. So we met up for dinner with a friend of his and headed to Barracuda in Chelsea to meet two more. It was super loud and I couldn't hear myself think. I also spilled half my cosmo on my way to our table. Eventually we jumped ship and headed to G-Bar, which again was a lot of fags standing around posing with cocktails. No dancing!!!! Sigh. It quickly became clear that dancing was not part of my New York agenda. But I did meet some lovely friends of Paul, which was nice. I was just itching for a crazy night.

The real highlight, for me, was having lunch today with Harold and another UNC'er, Reena. She's fiesty. We lunched at a lovely Indian buffet place in the East Village, and reminisced a bit about our days as undergraduates. Reena's ridiculous. She enjoyed telling us about a recent fight she got into at Pommes Frites (that belgian fries chain) when a woman thought she was cutting in front of them. The lady started talking smack about Reena to Reena's friend, saying that "some people just have no decorum." Finally, Reena snapped, turned to the lady, and loudly exlaimed that "I'mma cut you. I'mma sue you. And I'mma fuck you in the ass." Amazing.

Even though my weekend in NYC wasn't maybe the crazy ridiculous time I had hoped, I guess I can't complain. Last weekend was a killer time in Toronto. And the week before that was a crazy sweaty time at BANG in Ann Arbor. So I've had some good times. If my time here this weekend in NYC has taught me anything, it's that I definitely made the right decision to accept U-Mich's offer instead of moving to New York. Of course, I can't know what would have happened if I had made the big move to the big apple. But Ann Arbor feels right - even with New York staring me in the face. Yay for not regretting big decisions!