rebecca, leti, and i began our sunday evening at sway for their smiths night. it was a ridiculous tangled mess of kids dancing and spilling drinks and we held camp in the back because it was too too crowded since it was the day before a holiday. i stumbled upon a freshly vacated table replete with bottle service and happily began making us cocktails with the bottle of belvedere. after a bit, sarvia decided we should all follow aron to beatrice inn, so we hurried, screaming at the cold, and quickly piled into two cabs, while rebecca nearly got run over as it peeled away with her body half inside.
we arrived at beatrice, finally get inside after some string-pulling, and head to the back where the kids are happily dancing to 90's hip hop. i sit down to avoid the gaggle of drunk chain-smokers. shortly, a homely hip-hop kid sits down and introduces himself. i'm clearly not interested. so he tries (unsuccessfully but hilariously) to impress me.
hip-hop dude: hi, i'm j. mello
j: do you ever watch mtv? do you ever watch fuse?
me: sometimes... why?
j: well, next time you watch mtv, you should vote for the j.mello video with dave navarro
me: huh? what's your name?
j: j. mello
j: have you ever heard the song "celebrate good times come on"?
j: that's my dad
me: oh... that's cool....
then he proceeded to tell me he's flying to dallas in the morning to do some promo with paris hilton. i slinked off after entertaining him a bit and went up to some familiar kid and asked him if he had gone to nyu back in the day (he used to put up stickers in the hallways that were of him holding a 40oz and smoking). we chatted but he was not very friendly. leti then came up and asked me why i was talking to mary kate olsen's boyfriend and i was just so confused at the way the night was turning out.
rebecca, leti and i went back to my place and had a big slumber party complete with dancing around in my underwear to the velvet underground as if it was a scene in charlie's angels.