Mighty Healthy in full effect…
I hate nights like last night. Okay, I don’t HATE nights like last night in as much as I hate the days that follow nights like last night. I am still gonna be drunk at my day job since it is now 6am and I haven’t even parsed the video footage yet.
I need to thank everyone that made last night possible – 40 DIESEL, CARL CHERY, JASON NEGRON, KEVIN CLARK, RONI MOORE
You have to have a thorough team if you want to eat and drink (well) on someone else’s dime in NYC.
The first stop was a RIK CORDERO music video shoot featuring Termanology, Statik Selecktah and JOELL ORTIZ. Term and Stat came through early. I’m not sure if J.O. made it to the spot because I had to pull up and skate to the next gate. I did have a chance to build with RIK. Do you know how many music videos he has completed in the last 18 months? A lot. JOELL ORTIZ, WALE, The Roots, Heltah Skeltah, Jadakiss…
The next pop was the King Mag party. That was cool because they had some foxy cognac being poured and some good looking magazine people. In terms of print journalism, the magazine people are the best looking when compared to fugly newspaper folks (like myself) and the people that write for free joints like AM New York (basically retards and cripples).
I politicked with a few peoples but I couldn’t stay too long since 40 Deez was like meet me at the spot. 40 was THE spot too. The Jeff Staple x SONY x Gran Turismo jumpoff. WTF?!?
Internets, this was an all-star obama if you ever went to one. Super premium top shelf liquor like Patron and my personal favorite, Belvedere. The music was dope. Unlike the King Mag joint, the chicks here were actually friendly to me. Plus, like all Staple parties them joints are schwaggerific. I’m not going to say that I O.D.’d on gift bags, but you already know. The good news is that I will run some contests this weekend for the DP Dot Com Snail Mail family to get free Staple schwag bags sent to them. So keep it locked internets.
From the Staple x SONY party Deez and I hopped in a cab and caught the blowout from the XBOX event. Biggup to Dr. MANNY.
From there I had to make my own path to the T-Mobile launch. More free hooch. And free grub. The toasted sesame bagellettes with cream cheese and fresh lox (no Jadakiss) were the shizz up in that piece as well as the pomegranate martinis filled with pomegranate bulbs. The key to maximizing any obama is knowing when to hold them and when to fold them. Some people were going to the after-after parties but your boy knows better, especially since I actually have a day job.
And here I am still awake from last nite about to pop these two No-Doz in my mouth before I make my way to lower Manhattan. I’ll be fine after 5pm since I won’t be able to spin my rims tonight. Thursday is the new Saturday in NYC which makes Friday the new Sunday. Or some shit like that.
