Dear Diary: 02.04.11–02.05.11
To say that I had one hell of a night would be an understatement. I’m sure Lucifer himself would agree. So last night I meet this potential friend (lets call her Isabel) to go to the ESPN Superbowl Party. Now Isabel is straight up a model… beautiful, tall, huge eyes, fit, long hair, and great make up. Once we meet we hit it off PERFECTLY!
She called me earlier that day and I tell her lets meet at Bar 9 in Fort Worth.
Bar 9 is just about as Dallas-y you’re going to get in Fort Worth. Now i’m not knocking Fort Worth, I’m just saying I don’t make a habit out of wearing cowboy boots and huge ass buckles on a daily.
After a couple of drink and she takes a shot we head to get our secret tickets to the ESPN party. They have our tickets at a VERY random Courtyard Suites, maybe a mile away there was the secret venue. Now, I really can’t tell you what this place was, I just know it was in an abandoned area of NE 23rd street.
Now, she had informed me, because she was informed this, that this was a black tie event. We needed to dress up extra nice and classly and absoutley NO JEANS. Of course we get there and most of the people are wearing jeans. I would have killed to wear some skinny jeans, with boots, and a nice warm sweater. Instead I wore a cute black tuxedo inpired halter dress.
We stay at this place for MAYBE an hour and a half and meet a number of intersting
no named people. On guy claimed to be the physical fitness trainer for the Steelers. He was this Dominican guy MAYBE 5’4 and 98lbs wet. I asked him why don’t the Steelers have cheerleaders. He told me, “Ben (Roethlisberger) wouldn’t pay attention in the game if they had any official cheerleaders. He would be too busy trying to holla at the girls.” He went on to defend Mr. Roethlisberger by saying that he never raped that girl, and that she was just lying and mad because she wanted to take their relationship further and all he wanted to do was get it in and leave. “Think about about it, Ben is 28 and at the height of this career. He’s not trying to marry. All he wants to do is play and get it in as often as possible. On top of that, what woman claims rape a year later?!”
I couldn’t argue with that last statement. Then the little Dominican guy tries to get Isabels number and she basically turned him down unless he could get her superbowl tickets.
Later we met a rapper named Ya Boy. He was actually pretty nice. Tats all over his face, removable grill, typical video gangsta. ( Note: I just looked this kid up… He’s got a really good following on Twitter… over 22K and is followed by some legitimately famous people. I guess it’s a Cali thing.) So he has a friends who plays for the Buffallo Bills, Stevie Johnson, as a wide receiver. He was (is) super cute, tall, and loved his glasses. Very nice guys.
Next we drive from FORT WORTH to DALLAS on an icy, snow, and wet highway. We get to Dallas and head straight to the W hotel to the Ghostbar to see Tiesto spin. Honestly, I’m not sure who Tiesto is… but when I text my boy to see if he knew him he nearly went buck wild! “You guys are badass. You’re going to see Tiesto for free?!” They were charging $1000 ahead to see this guy spin, but we got there 15 til close and they had the nerve to charge $200 to get in. Of course we didn’t pay to get in. I’m too old for that shiet.
We meet Isabels friend, Eric, upstairs. Eric is this cute little Korean guy. I have no idea how old he is, but he’s old enough to drink. He’s there’ partying on the patio with these two other Dallas guys. Eric is a good guy and seemed like a lot of fun. Everyone was really jamming to Tiesto. I’m going to have to google this guy later.
Well, the club was closing and so we met some of Erics (new friends) from Ghostbar. They were with a trifecta of ugly girls. Whatever, I will never understand the man vision. So as we are leaving one guy runs into and sees his boy, Joey Greco! YES! That Joey Greco from Cheaters!!!!! I’m 5’7 and Joey is shorter than me! 5’5 MAYBE 5’6 at the most. He’s not a super big guy. I would, infact, call him petite (can you call a man that??). Mr. Greco was actually super cool, very humble, and sooooooooo not into himself. He even knew how to make fun of himself. After talking to Joey for about 15 minutes we left and went to Cirque.
Cirque is this really upscale loft in Uptown Dallas. I mean it’s Baller status there. Well, the two guys that Eric met and his gander of ugly duckling all followed us to this AMAZING LOFT! You could see ALL OF DOWNTOWN! It was GORGEOUS! I tried to sneak a couple of pictures, but they came out too dark. Instead of traditional walls they had glass windows that went ceiling to floor. They have to easily pay $4000 a month for that place. Now the guys looked like 30K millionaires, but actually had money. They were actually really intelligent and boasted how Dallas ranks number three of fashion in the nation. Well, the guys and girls started doing lines of coke in the kitchen. Something I am NOT cool with. They also started poppin’ Molly’s. I had no idea WTF Molly’s were until last night. In case you don’t know Urbandictionary.com defines a Molly as pure form of MDMA (Ecstasy), usually a free powder or in capsules. Oftentimes MDMA is sold as Molly. Should be white in color (when it’s pure) but is more often beige or yellow-brown, and sometimes brown or rarely gray.
I’m not into recreational drug use (shiet, I don’t even take OTC drugs) and just wanted to get out there stat. It was already 3:30 AM in the morning, I was nowere near my car, and typically wouldn’t mind walking home or cabbin’ it back, but I was a bit lost in direction. Luckly Eric got a call from two of his girls and they needed him to come pick them up. We were outta there.
So we go to a place called Rhino’s and pick these girls up. I’m dead asleep on the way there. When I meet the girls i’m abruptly awakened. “Hello! My name is Anna!” in the thickest Brisitish accent I have ever heard. The other girls name was Katie. They were both strippers who flew in from LA to try and capitalize over the Superbowl, but were having no luck cuz of the weather. They were nice, but I began getting worried because Eric ran out of drugs, hadn’t slept in 4 days ( as I learned AFTER picking up the strippers), and started sniffing Vick vapor rub (people will do anything to get a high).
We finally end up at Eric’s place… who lives on my side of downtown. Now let me tell you, Eric has a badass spot too, but I was too exhausted and emotionally scared to really appreciate it. To wrap this story up, I called one of my boys who lives downtown and he came up and got me (he brought another friend) and walked me to his place where I stayed the night. Now my friend was CONVINCED this guy had drugged me, but I was telling him I’m a bit exhausted and just needed to sleep.
I get up at 9:45 AM the next day(this morning) and make the terrible walk home. Imgaine walking home in a cute party dress, wearing 5 inch heels in the snow and ice in downtwon Dallas. The cops just looked at me and stared.
So now I’m some safe and sound, with my dog, eating homemade spaghetti.