Forgive me, lord of New York City nightlife, for I have sinned.
On two consecutive nights, I went to clubs west of 9th Avenue. I swear that it will be the last time I go to anything west of 9th Avenue on two consecutive nights. Unless you count, like, California.
Transcript for the hearing impaired: “Word you never want to see on a plasma screen in front of you…”
Yes, Lotus on Friday night, Crobar on Saturday night. I’m not any worse for the wear, though… aside from the three or four STDs I may have contracted simply from crossing 9th Avenue.