i met up with ___ last nite for din at oh! taisho, which was a little more chill than last friday. the din was an appetizer of sorts for the spiewak party at the frying pan later that nite, but ___ had to opt out at the last sec. so after i saw her off, i taxi’d over to the chelsea piers to look for the party, which was tucked just a little north of the basketball complex. i swear all the times i biked up and down the west side highway, id never even noticed that place before. i actually had to call m a few times just to get my bearings.
the party was pretty coo. not many people, but the dj was rockin’ it with his dual powerbooks and trippy visuals. and the place itself…word, so coo yet creepy. the spiewak party was being held on the docks, but the other half of the frying pan was actually an old docked ship which you could head into. the ship had supposedly sunk, and was eventually raised…so the interiors were all decayed and rusted. with the ship rocking in the water, and the hanging lights casting shadows as they swung back and forth, it could get pretty creepy at times.
the party never really picked up, but we lounged around anyway.
