king of the gypsies wearing the same outfit from last night-just WITH a t-shirt...
i was having an otherwise "ordinary" night with my gal pals.
we dined @ the bowery hotel's gemma, then decided to attempt to sneak on the roof after hitting floor 5- the haunted floor.....
we crashed the an nyu law school graduation party on (one of) the roof decks & met young eager lawyers who were adorable for a girl 10 yrs younger....
then we hit a lounge in a hotel where one of my gals was staying.
within seconds, i'm drug from the group to dance with a man i instantly pegged as romanian (and i was right, i mean, i saw the nadia comanici story about a million times....)
the tunes were great and he was partnering decently so i went with it.
i suddenly noticed a man in their group who was watching me intently.
you know that gaze.
he was flanked by women and suddenly my dance partner brought me over to him.
he introduced the head vampire (who was wearing nothing but jeans, a vest, a million necklaces, a fedora, tattoos and a cartier watch) and his two "girlfriends." and asked if i "like?"
i gave my gaggle of gals the eye and they swooped me up and took me back to our couch.
the night kept on like this... romanian vampire would stare at me, motion for his minions to get me up and dance (he was always directing them and they always deferred any female attention to him) then i'd find some way to squirm out of it.....i should also mention that this man's breath smelled like he ate a dirty diaper.
finally, the head master motioned for the dancing queen to come to him.
after telling me i was an amazing dancer (and other strange compliments) the minion told me that he wants to keep me for 3 days and i could have anything i want and what would be my price for that?
i obviously said no but these men were not accepting that. i acted like i didn't understand what they were saying, raced back to the girls and told them to pack up cause we needed to get OUT!
as the gals headed out, one of them left their chanel lipstick. knowing how valuable that is, i raced back & scooped it up but was a bit detained when the minion grabbed me in a way i can only describe as a gypsy "grab" (see? watching my big fat gypsy wedding came in handy). he wouldn't let go.
before i even had time to panic, i thrust a knee into whatever body part it hit and screamed, "NO! AND YOUR BREATH IS TERRIBLE!!!"
it startled him so much that he dropped me and i raced out of there, hopped a cab, and was safely home.
today, i hit the satya sample sale and as i walked out, who do i run into but the romanian gypsy vampire pack!?!
thankfully, i was looking scroungy & had sunglasses on so i wasn't recognized. i hid behind a pillar and took pics from behind in case
a. they find me and sell me into sex slavery &
b. my girlfriends didn't believe that i really saw them again.....
part of me wondered if they'd implanted some sort of tracking device....
naturally, this story is just validating all of my mom's biggest fears about my life in nyc, but it was too nuts not to share and i didn't want to forget this one...
so yeah... that was my thursday night.
how was yours?