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Jun. 7th, 2003 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
labrujahHello I am at work today. Please to entertain me. It's raining, anyway.
Here is a prurient story for you: I got an email from Toshi, a guy who used to live at Flux who now has his own building (1 Knickerbocker Place). It said he was throwing a party about Sweden at the Puck Building. (Yes, ?) Here's the link, beware of stupid flash cartoon: toshifilms.com. So I was like "Hm, they need bartenders and I'm a bartender and also already their friend!" And I emailed back and Toshi was like "come by our champagne reception." So I went, and it was in the PENTHOUSE of the Puck building, and there was a cheesy dressed-up dude checking names at the door.
I go in, and there are about 40 girls all dressed to the nines, teetering around holding plastic champage flutes and casting vicious glances at each other. Oh, welcome to Roughville, aka Somewhere I Don't Want to Be, Ever.
I go over to the sign-in table and peruse the photos strewn across it -- mostly cute girls in normal outfits at the party (the same one, last year). Three girls in the photos are body-painted, one is naked and two topless. With the Swedish flag.
I grab my plastic flute and say hi to the two nearest girls, like "Um, what's the procedure here?" They're like "Yeah, we don't know." There are about 15 cheesy young dudes in like open-necked button-downs and stuff circulating confidently among the ladies. Some of them come over and invite us to their weekly DJ thing. One dude, trying desperately, goes "So uh, do they tell you guys what to wear? I mean, do you bring your own lingerie or what?"
NOTE TO MEN: When chatting to ladies, uttering the word "lingerie" immediately disqualifies you. Thank you.
Trying to stifle my bemusement, I look around for Toshi. No dice. I pick up a weird postcard with a clipping about him and small grainy photo. It kind of looks like Toshi, if he got a severe haircut. However, the whole heinous thing is not quite jibing with the gentle, Borges-reading Toshi I know. I hightail it out of there quick like a bunny after the lingerie remark.
Later I tell the story and show the photo to Morgan, who gets all freaked out and then scrutinizes it and goes "THAT'S NOT OUR TOSHI!!"
Here is a prurient story for you: I got an email from Toshi, a guy who used to live at Flux who now has his own building (1 Knickerbocker Place). It said he was throwing a party about Sweden at the Puck Building. (Yes, ?) Here's the link, beware of stupid flash cartoon: toshifilms.com. So I was like "Hm, they need bartenders and I'm a bartender and also already their friend!" And I emailed back and Toshi was like "come by our champagne reception." So I went, and it was in the PENTHOUSE of the Puck building, and there was a cheesy dressed-up dude checking names at the door.
I go in, and there are about 40 girls all dressed to the nines, teetering around holding plastic champage flutes and casting vicious glances at each other. Oh, welcome to Roughville, aka Somewhere I Don't Want to Be, Ever.
I go over to the sign-in table and peruse the photos strewn across it -- mostly cute girls in normal outfits at the party (the same one, last year). Three girls in the photos are body-painted, one is naked and two topless. With the Swedish flag.
I grab my plastic flute and say hi to the two nearest girls, like "Um, what's the procedure here?" They're like "Yeah, we don't know." There are about 15 cheesy young dudes in like open-necked button-downs and stuff circulating confidently among the ladies. Some of them come over and invite us to their weekly DJ thing. One dude, trying desperately, goes "So uh, do they tell you guys what to wear? I mean, do you bring your own lingerie or what?"
NOTE TO MEN: When chatting to ladies, uttering the word "lingerie" immediately disqualifies you. Thank you.
Trying to stifle my bemusement, I look around for Toshi. No dice. I pick up a weird postcard with a clipping about him and small grainy photo. It kind of looks like Toshi, if he got a severe haircut. However, the whole heinous thing is not quite jibing with the gentle, Borges-reading Toshi I know. I hightail it out of there quick like a bunny after the lingerie remark.
Later I tell the story and show the photo to Morgan, who gets all freaked out and then scrutinizes it and goes "THAT'S NOT OUR TOSHI!!"
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Date: 2003-06-07 10:20 am (UTC)I get emails about his parties all the time and i think
"oh, i am so not what you are after"
thanks for the confirmation
-A
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Date: 2003-06-07 11:43 am (UTC)this city's not big enough for two hip scenester toshis
Date: 2003-06-07 02:24 pm (UTC)sucks that you had to go to such great lengths only to find you were mistaken, but at least it makes for an interesting story.
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Date: 2003-06-09 09:04 am (UTC)and thanks. it was a hella show to be in the middle of. sorry I didnt see you.
-A