I just can't help myself

We were at One and One in East Village after dinner at Lucien, located next door. We started a dance party in the empty lower level of the bar.



By the end of the night I pretty much wanted to marry the DJ.


I couldn't tell if he was Black or Asian, but after awhile we figured he was Asian. His girlfriend or groupie or whoever, hung by him the whole night. She looked like one of those territorial bitchy girls. Hell, I don't even know the guy. But, there's something about the ability to wistfully think, what could be, with someone you know nothing about because there's no past, no present, no future. No dice, no weight, no loss.


Side note: Black guys are just so damn cute when they dance.