Hyde meets Narc

Ok. So the past two days (or was it only one day?) have been so strange. I doubt I'll have time to record the whole story now, but at least I can start.

It began in Cheers, when I last wrote. After I put down my pen, I went to sit at the bar. A blond woman in her early 40's came in and sat next to me and we started talking. Some man named Peter Alan bought us drinks. She seemed a little drunk already. I know that I was!

Anyway, she wanted to go dancing, and I'm not sure why (it was a Wednesday night and I wasn't dressed for it) but I agreed. So, I left all my stuff with the doorman (except cash and cards) and we walked up to 52nd street. After that, we got in cab and went downtown. Webster Hall was closed, so we headed into the West Village. She told me that she had once dated Dmitri from All My Children back when he had his drug problems and had to leave the show a few years ago. I remember when that happened.

Anyway, we went to a club where she knew the owner. Somehow we had started talking about cocaine (passing Tompkins Square Park) and she had some on her, so we did some in the bathroom of the club.

After that we went out and were dancing for a while. I danced with a few guys, but it wasn't packed (being a Wednesday night) and so, we got a little bored and left.

We walked over to another bar she used to go to-- she lived down there when she first moved to the city. We passed "Off the Wagon" (or whatever it's called) on MacDougal Street and I told her about the Long Island Iced Teas and the night I "lost my virginity."

Anyway, the bartender was cute and friendly in the next place we went to, although I have no idea where exactly we were or what it was called. The bartender said we couldn't go into the bathroom together, so she went first and left me a few lines on the back of the toilet (on the tank).

We were sitting next to two guys who noticed and started talking to me about it-- one and actor and one director, but both kids-- a few years older than me. We hung out there for a long time. I don't' remember the details.

A crowd of other guys came in-- all hipsters and probably drunk, although I couldn't' tell. JFig called a friend to buy more blow. The actor and directory guys got excited about it. After a while, she left and they went outside to look for her (I think). One of the hipster guys was telling me he had a recording studio. He told me that was beautiful, and so I kissed him.

But first, the director guy came back in and told me that JFig was waiting and we had to go. I think he was there when I was kissing the hipster.

When we got outside, JFig wasn't there. They didn't know where she went. That's why they pulled me out of the bar-- they wanted me to call her. I told them that I had just met her that night and that I didn't have her number.

She finally came back and said that her friend was coming to get her in a car and sell her some. At first, she wanted me to go with her, but I refused to get into a drug dealer's car. She wanted Rolling Rock, so I went with the boys (Narc and James were their names) to the deli to get some and to use the ATM.

JFig came back and met us there. The grocer was Korean and she was saying something to him about "the Chinese." James seemed embarrassed. (We later found out that his wife is Korean).

Anyway, we got a cab back to their place in Tribeca. It's Narc's apartment, but James is staying there because he's on the "outs" with his wife.

JFig had gotten an 8-ball. We drank wine and chain smoked and did lines for hours. Somehow Narc and I kept having these side conversations about Schoenberg, spirituality, etc. JFig kept saying we should "get married." I felt embarrassed because I wasn't sure that he was interested in me.

Anyway, at some point-- at around 8:00 AM Thursday morning, the coke ran out and it seemed almost time to leave, but Narc wanted to "show me his room." We ended up having sex three times (the third time he ran out of condoms, so he had to finish himself). He told me that he was really into me the minute I started talking about Schoenberg. (I wonder if that's true). He just waned to kiss for hours and told me that I'm an amazing kisser. I felt weird afterwards (for obvious reasons) and he could tell and tried to make it better by cuddling me, which made me feel even stranger. I didn't feel okay until I was dressed again and hanging out in the living room. I was kind of annoyed because he stayed in his bedroom and went to sleep, which I can totally understand because we were all crashing-- coming down from the coke. But, I still don't think it was the "right thing" to do.

Anyway, I hung out with James and JFig for a while. They were both crashing and flirting like crazy, but apparently it remained unconsummated as they're both married.

I started doing the dishes. I didn't know what to do with myself. JFig wanted me to come back and hang out with her, but I totally didn't' want to. We left together-- totally strung out at 11:30 AM, into the bustling downtown Manhattan sun.

She was embarrassed that someone her husband works with might see her. We were right by City Hall and I later found out that her husband is big in city politics. So... she hung back while I hailed us a cab. She said that she couldn't walk into her building wearing "hooker shoes" (which were platform braided sandals with ankle ties) so we had to sop at a shoe store and get shoes while I waited in the cab.

The cab driver thought we were nuts. I looked like absolute hell. When she came back in the cab she told him that I had "just fucked someone." I was mortified, but too tired to care. I convinced her to "let me" go home by promising that I would call her and come over after showering and changing-- which I did, although God knows where I got the energy from. She lives on 38th Street--that fancy building with the huge curved windows.

I went up and she was shocked to see my "transformation." She was fiddling with her computers-- she had three or four and was erasing programs from the "settings," etc. She ordered us Middle Eastern food, but neither of us could eat much.

Then she took out some more coke. She smashed it with a credit card, which to me looked messy and not very economical, but I guess she didn't care because she has it easily accessible. She had been drinking bud light all morning and smoking weed. We used up almost all her coke-- I stayed until about 6:00 PM and she had some more delivered so I could take some home. The whole 24 hours was totally surreal. I really felt like I was existing in some sort of twilight zone.

I wonder if this guy is going to call me though... What's the time period before which I should mentally write him off?

JFig called me at 7:30 this morning, but "forgot" why she was going to call. She still sounded high to me.

Sometimes I don't know where I am... I feel like I'm living too much in my head and that's when strange things start to happen.. strange.

Anyway, I'm just coming from a voice lesson that went really well and I'm on my way to meet VJ and get my eyebrows done.

More later...