Freaky Friday

The evening started elegantly enough. Ayhan and I were invited to the Upper East Side penthouse of our new friend Duffy—who he is working with to hopefully place his music with hit artists—and her friend and colleague Sergio. The view was astonishing, looking down upon Third Avenue from high, high above. Duffy also has a sprawling private terrace above her apartment. This is New York living at its primo best.

We all chattered away as the white wine flowed freely. Duffy also has some links with book publishers, and we talked about my goal of coming up with just the right authorized bio or music biz story to tell in long form—which I see as an ideal next step for me. Ayhan left around 7 and I put in another hour, making my exit for Lunasa around 8.

There's really no way for me to get around this, except telling the damn truth, cool cats. By the time I reached Lunasa, I was uh, feeling the full impact of the four gallons of wine I apparently consumed. We marked time with our weekly photograph as soon as I got there and, seeing it now, I, um, don't quite recall with exact precision seeing half the folks pictured. Bless my heart, I felt the vapors overtake me and apparently took a small lie-down right there in the bar. Class all the way, that's me!

By this point, everyone was pretty much closing their checks to head to HiFi on Avenue A to celebrate Tina B's birthday. I somehow conjured enough of a second wind to make my appearance and, judging the pictures, apparently I had a lovely time.To further complicate matters, the evening was hardly over. Ayhan had a 9 p.m. show that he was working and planned to join us at 11 p.m., followed by a slumber party at Donna & Ayhan's pad in the Lower East Village. Thankfully, Donna was already at the Tina celebration and took me to her apartment so that I could finally recline in peace. I slept a couple hours, then Ayhan and Donna returned home and apparently we watched a movie—so I'm told. At last, around 4:30 a.m., Ayhan and I caught a cab and came back to Brooklyn Heights. I might add, Ayhan was in no better shape than I... and miraculously, we were both up by 11 a.m. this morning. I lived to tell.