Yesterday was a late start. Right now, there is a conflict of moons and stars, planets and orbits that have me and my crew in a chaotic state of emotion. So after we picked up our tickets for the OM Party tonight (excited about that), we actually said yes to one of our invites to a private party at The Standard (below).
The party was held INSIDE the Greek Hamam! Details on the DJs and more later on, but THIS was the party worth blogging about and I will be. There were towels and robes and oh yeah….never ending Moet Champagne.
After the sweaty mess I made of my self from dancing and dancing and dancing, we dried up in the “new” lobby where the party continued. But soon, it was off to hear and see Jonathan Peters at The Shelbourn pool party.
The place was packed, NYC crowd, lots of boys with muscles, not sure if they were gym bunnies or just Roid Rangers, but the ratio on guys to girls was pretty high. Still, nice set Mr. JP and good times as the sun was setting.
A friend had to be picked up from the airport, so that was our mini break. I stayed home and did some early editing and emailing. I showered off all the salty sweat from the Hamam, washed my one of my WMC dresses and set off to the downtown area.
After the PS 14s funk party, our NYC friends were on another vibe and needed some boom in their system. They kept screaming ‘Boris at Parkwest’, but we convinced them to check out Vagabond. On the decks at the time we walked in Erol Alkan!