Monday, May 18, 2020

Please Invite Me To Your Secret Parties

WTW for those mafia-slidey-peephole-window-door-thingymabobs ...

I've always hated the saying "If you can't beat em join em". If I can't beat them I'll probably just cheat until I win. But in the case of the underground party life in New York City, I think I could make an exception. I know we're supposed to shame shower people who are partying but, can you imagine what the secret parties are like in the city right now? Sinatra level swank. 

I've read a couple of articles in the past few days of people chastising NYC's underground night life and I just don't understand it. There was one article I read where the author was complaining about a party they were invited to where they had to decrypt the password and location an hour before it kicked off. First of all, hello, very badass. Then they had they audacity to lecture the crowd about their nonchalance on the law of gatherings. These fucking people are doing cocaine and acid out in the open at the bar, you think they give a fuck about your homemade mask? Get a grip. 

I don't mind either way if the country opens up or not. I love bars and my bedroom evenly. What I would like though is an invite into Emerald City. I won't do drugs and I'll probably stick out like Ace Ventura in his " New England Clam Chowder" scene but I don't care. I won't tell. I just want to see what it looks like. Above all I think I really just want to use a secret password. I have no trouble suspending my morals. 


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