11:59 PM We're almost at the club. "So, your hotel is in SoHo, you tried to go to a club in Chelsea, and you ended up in Greenwich Village?" I ask, after hearing their story. "Pretty much" A.J. answered. "And we saw this sign about the performance outside the Arts School, that's what it is, right?" Howie continued. "So we decided to go there since we were kind of lost anyway." Liz is walking between Kevin and Howie (what would Eric say if he knew that?) and I'm a little bit to the side with A.J. He's a funny guy, and such a flirt! He puts his arm around my shoulder not ten minutes after we start walking, he starts playing with my hair, and I'm just laughing and enjoying every minute of it. Of course, I reciprocate every advance, putting my arm around his waist and basically chatting about nothing.

12:15 PM "Hola, Chinito, como andas?" I say to the bouncer as he let's us skip line to get in (he used to live around the corner from me, hell he was even my baby-sitter once). "Hola, Tati, lo mismo. żY tu... ay, quienes son estos chulos?" referring to the guys. I quiet him "Chino, callate, ellos te entienden." We both laugh about it as the rest of us go in. Immediately A.J. asks me "Is he..." "Oh yeah," I cut him off "as flaming as you can get, and I think he likes you."

We spend only about an hour there, dancing with everybody, getting kind of freaky, with each other sometimes. They play good stuff, but the atmosphere is not the same as it usually is. Too many straight people tonight, I guess, like I'm one to talk. But it's usually more fun when the crowd is predominantly gay. Oh well, these boys can sure salsa, especially Howie. But he's Puerto Rican, so that's practically in his blood. We all find each other after a while and decide to go to this little hole-in-the-wall bar nearby. Not that we can all drink, but it doesn't matter. Liz's sister's father-in- law owns it; he'll let us in.