Thursday, September 13, 2001

September 11: The Aftermath

To me, the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center symbolized the greatness of New York City and defined the beauty of our New York skyline.  And now, from my bedroom window, looking at that void where they used to be just reminds me how precious and delicate life is, and how things we hold dear can be taken away in a flash, a moment.

An Eerie Sight: The new New York City skyline, with the World Trade Center replaced with a plume of smoke, that has been blowing for 48 hours now.
Right after witnessing the horrific sight of the Twin Towers collapse, on television and in real-life from my office window, the few of us who actually made it to work Tuesday morning had to find a way to get home.  We were shaken, some of us crying.  Our hearts went out to those whose lives were lost, and to those families whose lives were forever affected.  All the more reason for us to want to get home, to be with our loved ones and to be safe.

The subways had been closed for security reasons, so a handful of us Brooklynites joined the thousands who were trekking over the Manhattan Bridge, by foot.  On the way, I met a woman with a baby, who had seen a man leap to his death from Tower One that morning.  I shook my head in disbelief, then turned around to see the World Trade Center... gone. Later, I observed another woman offering water to an elderly man who was also forced to cross the bridge.  This City may have a rep of being tough, but today was just a reminder that New Yorkers really do look out for each other.  (For instance, lines to donate blood already reached around the block that afternoon!)

Despite walking in the midday sun, the mood for the most part was calm and somber (except for the ghetto trash who were "psyched to be going home early" -- God, I hate stupid people).  I reached Henry's apartment around 2:30, where we watched the events of the day unfold.  We were silent for the most part, still getting over the shock and disbelief of what had happened that morning.  More and more e-mails trickled in, wondering how I was. At 4 PM, David got home, and I went over to his place, where we watched the coverage all night.  (Henry joined Julia and Alex over at Ken's. Heather's okay too, and Derek was in L.A. for business.)


Mayor Rudy Giuliani requested that all businesses below 14th Street be closed, to aid in the Search-and-Rescue efforts.  So I have been working from home since Tuesday afternoon.  Keeping those downtown streets clear has been integral in expediting the clearing of debris, in which fourteen people have been rescued so far.

David went back to work this morning, but there was just a bomb scare on Grand Central Station, next door to where he works.  He's on his way home now.  Pray for all of us here in New York, that this terrorism and living in fear will end.

I hope you all do your part in helping out. This is so much more than being a New York problem, or an American problem -- it's about being human.  To put things into perspective, more people were killed on Tuesday, than by the attack on Pearl Harbor AND the sinking of the Titanic COMBINED. Please send a donation to (or do whatever you can for your local chapter of) the Red Cross.

God bless,

P.S. Two hours later. I just received my copy of Time Out New York in the mail today. (It's a weekly lifestyle magazine, that offers a comprehensive list of goings-on here in the City.)  It evidently went to press before Tuesday's attack., and I'm getting the "eerie, surreal" feeling again.  It is just so unnerving to see all the listings for events at the World Trade Center.

Tuesday, September 11, 2001

The World Trade Center: Attacked?

I can see the smoke from my office window. My heart broke while I gazed in awe at the early effects of the impact on the World Trade Center. I was coming over the Manhattan Bridge on the Q train (subway).

It may be "cool" to witness something like this in the movies, but now, after seeing it in real life and hearing of the attack on the Pentagon, I am frightened for my well-being. And I pray for the families of the people whose lives were lost, and I hope that we as Americans can triumph over these tragedies that are occurring, as I write this.

I want to thank my friends and "fans" for all of your emails of concern. I'm okay. David's okay. Remember, life is precious. Tell someone TODAY that you love them.

Oh my God... I have to go. I'll write more soon. The second Tower just fell down. God bless us all.

Wednesday, January 31, 2001

My Danish Prince

As you might have noticed, I've been really into guys with black hair recently. But this boy on the right (who goes by the clever nickname, Danish Prince) emailed me, and I'm just in awe. Many guys I know aren't into blonds, but this one in particular caught my attention. What do you think?

If you're reading this, sweet Prince, write me back!

Saturday, January 27, 2001

Alley's End & 1984

Last night, after meeting my old roommate, Matt, for drinks at Splash (where they played Xanadu!), Tracy and I met for dinner at Alley's End, a subterranean bistro at the end of this Chelsea alley on 17th St between 8th and 9th Aves. Fabulous place. Many of my friends have been raving about it, so I really wanted to check it out. I had the braised pork chop with sweet potato puree, and Tracy (who looked amazing with his new haircut, and in a vintage racing jacket and leather pants) dined on the halibut. The decor was what really made the place most appealing to me—a glassed-in urban garden, featuring a sputtering waterfall.

We then danced till almost 4 AM at 1984 in the East Village. It's an 80's dance party that happens every Friday at this small club called the Pyramid. They play everything from Pet Shop Boys and Madonna to the B-52's and The Cure. I ran into Bill 1 there and also my friend Tony, who was hanging out with friends from his volleyball team.

After getting all sweaty with the boys on the dance floor, we decided it was time to head back to Brooklyn. On the way home, Tracy surprised me by laying his head on my shoulder and holding my hand as our cab crossed the Manhattan Bridge. A perfect ending to a perfect night.

Thursday, January 25, 2001

Posse Movie Night

Last night, I showed X-Men for Posse Movie Night. You might have noticed Derek, Heather, Bill 1 and Alex here. It looks and sounds so great on DVD.

Afterwards, we headed to Excelsior, where I met the most charming guy named Hunter. We chatted for hours about his recent move here to New York from Memphis (to be with his boyfriend) and the resulting culture shock. I always love welcoming new boys to the neighborhood (hey, you know what I mean). ;-)

We're hanging out again tonight--I really want him to meet Cheryl (the bartender) and some of my friends here in Brooklyn.

Saturday, January 20, 2001

The New Boy: January Edition

Happy Birthday, Mom! :-)

Last night, I went out with Tracy, about whom I haven't written yet. (He and I dated for several months back in 1998 into 1999.) He's 32, 6'1", super intelligent, an impeccable dresser and (of course) extremely handsome. ;-)

I don't know how he feels just yet about me writing about him, so I'll keep this brief. We met for a delightful meal at Rosewater on Union St. and 6th Ave. here in Park Slope. We had quite a bit of catching up to do; however, the fact that we were pretty much wearing the same outfit (navy blue pullover, light khaki pants) proved slightly distracting . :-)

We went out for drinks (of course) at Excelsior, where we met up with a new friend I had been chatting with from PlanetOut named Jeff. Another welcome addition to the Park Slope 'hood. Of course, living the soap opera that is my life, who else walks into the bar but Bill 2. He quickly picked up on the fact that I was on a date. We spoke briefly, and he said he was pretty much cool with everything. It proved slightly awkward of course, but he didn't stay for long.

As you probably have figured out at this point, what had started out as a passionate fling between me and Bill (then boyfriended) evolved into a hot romance, but has now cooled to an affectionate (sometimes intimate) friendship. I expect things to continue down the friendship route, especially since I do wish to pursue things where true companionship and romance are on the agenda.

Wednesday, January 17, 2001

Posse Goings-On / Heather and Derek Move!

Last night, I took Julia out to dinner to celebrate her getting her Master's from NYU! We went to an Argentinean steak house called Sur, here on Smith St. in Brooklyn. The steaks were exquisite. We also enjoyed empanadas for our appetizer, a fine pitcher of sangria, and an apple crepe for dessert. We then met up with Henry at a bar called Great Lakes, where our buddy Ray was tending bar.

I spent all of Monday (Martin Luther King Day) with Bill 2. We went out to lunch at Two Boots (pictured on the right), a funky Park Slope restaurant where "po' boys meet pizza pies" (the "two boots" represent the shapes of Louisiana and Italy). I especially enjoy Two Boots during the summer: potent margaritas, live music and an outdoor deck. I had forgotten that Russell worked there -- you may remember him from my journal entry from September 13. He looked great, but we conveniently avoided eye contact with each other. Sigh...

Yet, I digress. After our meal, Bill and I wandered around and then came back to my place, snuggled on the couch and watched a couple movies, including Trick, which was just so cute -- as were the lead actors, Christian Campbell (Neve's beautiful older brother) and J.P. Pitoc. (Thanks, Ken, for lending it to me.)

Sunday, I laid low and then met up with the Posse to play mahjongg at Henry's. Afterwards, Heather and I visited two watering holes on Smith Street: Roxy, the neighborhood's newest, and Boat, which is always filled with cute (albeit straight) boys.

Saturday was a blast: the Posse met up to help Heather and Derek move to their new place, which is only three houses down from their old place! We were done around 4 PM and then invaded this pizza place in Carroll Gardens. I went to Henry's fabulous loft for a couple of hours afterwards (to dance off the pizza), and then it was off to Ken's for a barbecue -- where we finished off something like 6 bottles of wine.

On Friday the 12th, Bill 2 and I went to see State and Main and had dinner at this organic pizza place in the East Village. The date went pretty well, although it came out that he had spent the night before with his ex. Grrr. Oh, oh, oh! I had such a fun time on Thursday night. I spent the evening with the as-adorable-as-ever Bill 1 at Excelsior, where Derek and Ken paid a surprise visit. Alex and Henry later joined us, with his friend, Steve, from out of town and his two friends. The nine of us took over all the tables in the front of the place. It felt very Last Supper. I got pleasantly sloshed on Tanqueray and tonics, and called it a night at around 2.

Monday, January 08, 2001

New York Times Article!

So the New York Times article on me came out today. I'm really very excited about it! Here's a screenshot of this morning's NY Today homepage:

Apartment Envy: DJ Paris on

Thanks to everyone who's sent congratulatory email. I'm trying my best to respond to all of you personally, but it's been difficult keeping up, but I promise that I'll write when I can. Thanks for making the site as much as fun as it has been this past year.

Wednesday, January 03, 2001

So long, Bill 2

So no, Bill 2 is not my boyfriend. We had a long talk, and there was some definite miscommunication. Since he just got out of a long-term relationship, it doesn't make sense for him to jump right into another commitment-type thing. Of course, I was upset initially, since he did use the term boyfriend last week (a word that carries a lot of weight for me), but after a couple of days to process this, I'm better. We still hardly know each other, and I now have trust issues with him

I mean, I did meet him while his then-boyfriend was away on vacation -- never a good sign. And also, he spent the night before our New Year's Eve date, bumping and grinding and God-knows-what-else at the Roxy,a mega dance club in Manhattan.

We've toned things down back to casual dating, which I'm cool with. But what's most unfortunate is that the special little magic you feel when you meet someone particularly special is gone. It's been spoiled -- just a little bit, and I have no idea if it's something that comes back with time or if it's simply gone for good.

"On the road again..."

Monday, January 01, 2001

Happy New Year 2001

HAPPY NEW YEAR!  My best friend, Brett, stayed with me throughout the weekend, which was (as always) a blast.  Unfortunately, we had a snowstorm move through on Saturday (see left), which dumped about a foot of snow in New York City and made bar-hopping in Manhattan quite treacherous.  But we did it anyway!

I threw another New Year's Eve party (you can see pics from my last one here), and here are some of the best webcam shots.