The Adventures of the NSP

          Dedicated to LORI

Well its been a while since I last blogged.  I somehow felt like I didn’t have anything to say.  Imagine that, Nick Padron having nothing to say.  We all know when I say "I have no opinion" that that means I’m aching to scream out the obvious.  Its kind of like the sequel to "I’ll Be Fine".  I was recently told I update my blog too much.  BUT in my defense (bc obvi I’m gonna defend all my actions…unless I have been drinking, then if I have, well then sorry) I only blog when I have something really good to talk about or to promote myself.  And in my life I do tend to have some crazy things that happen.  Hey, half of you are involved in it & don’t lie…you live for it.

Well I know you wanna know how the show went.  It went well.  We met our piano player the same day as the show.  Which was new for me but I went with it.  I was singing a couple of my greatest hits.  I figured it would be easy.  Fever & It Only Hurts When I’m Breathing.  The latter is a slow song but I swear he was trying to turn it into a club jam bc he went to play it too damn fast.  Luckily I got through it.  I was kind of nervous right before but then did a shot of vodka & I was ok.  My throat was a little jacked up the day before so vocally I wasn’t up to par with my normal. But, considering I had been chugging tea & honey as if I was at a happy hour that was ending in 10 minutes…it was good.  I met a few new friendsters (Mike & Robyn shout out!).  A few friends showed up in support.  Thank you soo much Rob, Larry, Kristin, Fort, Chase, Kevin & Sebastien whose all the way from Philly.  But anyways, more shows in the future so I will def be keeping you in the loop.  This would be the promoting myself portion of the blog for all of you keeping note. 

My work life has been all kinds of interesting.  I swear something happens with that place everyday that I’m there.  Its called Shore & its wayyy downtown.  Comparing my checks & tips to my money from NYSC makes me sick but we all know I ain’t going back there.  I also got another new Fster from Dylan & I work with my other Fster besties Michael & Tommy.  AND yes Tommy, you are Courtney Love.  Embrace it, own it, & live for it.  My memory goes back to VMA’s 1995.  Madonna is being interviewed by Kurt Loder, when all of a sudden a compact comes flying over her head.  Surprise!  Its Courtney Love!  She then comes up & takes control of the interview & then falls on the floor.  It made for priceless TV.  Now, if I am ever being interviewed by Kurt Loder…Tommy don’t ever throw a compact at me! We do know you would never fall, just wobble.  But honestly, us working together has been good & we’ve had a few shananigans together.  I’ll keep your secrets if you keep mine. 

Speaking of secrets…Lori, just to let you know…now that I am sober & able to do a proper tally with pen & paper…the number IS 14.  Yesterday at brunch I overcounted.  I must have been thinking of how many bellini’s I can down in 2 hrs.  Maybe the judgement will be a little less severe.  Brunch was fun for the short time that I was there for it.  Friendster folks, please picture it.  A truth or dare segment.  My truth was told & not even a dare but hey can you do this?  A la Madonna in Truth or Dare(when she was extra extra fun).  I went down on a champagne bottle & then swallowed my drink that was in it.  Now where the hell is my camera crew?  I’ll be needing my Kurt interview too soon.  Remember Courtney, no compact!  Needless to say, fun was had.  As much as I wanna stay away from alcohol I just can’t seem to do it.  When I go out its there.  Hell, when I go to work its there!  My new fav story just happenned tonight. One of the chefs from their sister restaurant was there.  He’d had a bad day & came to drink & eat for free.  Well many drinks later we found him still there & he decides to have private group with each of us.  He asks me, "Hey Nick, when are you gonna switch back?"  I’m like huh?  "When are you gonna switch back to girls bc believe me you could get it.  You got like that fucking model face & you probably can talk shit to girls if you want.  Bc your gay you got like all those feelings & shit.  You probably get a lot of guys too."  So I’m like Gee, thanks.  Which he says, "I can say that bc I’m not a fucking fag."  By this point I am like… no… really… thanks.  Thank God Dylan came so then he be be told he was like fucking Tobey Maguire.  (Note to all readers, I do not think I am a model.  Like SJP played it before I do not think I am a model.  I AM one of the real people & I would most likely fall on a runway & be fashion roadkill.)  I do want to add,  its def not fun being around drunks unless your drunk as well (Note to self & point taken).  EJ, I don’t know how you do it.  I think I’m right in thinking I need no more str8 drunk guys in my life.  But Dylan, ur my Fster buddy so I’ll keep you. 

So in conclusion, I’ve decided TO blog bc that helps me answer my questions.  It’s a way of looking back on events & going hmmm.  At least my blogs do say something.  I hate blogs that are like, "Hey, I went to work today.  Had a toasters strudel.  It was good.  That’s about it.  Talk to you soon."  Hmmm, that sucks.  So as long as the fans keep asking for it, I’m gonna make sure I keep giving it.  So be prepared.  You’ve been warned.

NEW BLOG ANNOUNCEMENT FROM NICK

coming to a computer screen near you

coming attraction:  Masters of the Gay Universe sequel

Well folks, I’m about to do it!  AND NO…..the title of this blog is not the title of a porn film I’m about to star in.  Whenever I would tell my mom about a show I was doing or anything for that matter… her first question was always, "Do you keep your clothes on?"  In her southern accent she always expresses her worries that I’m one step away from taking my clothes off for money.  I don’t know why she thinks I’m gonna do this.  Obvi, I tend to do this for free!  I still remember when I was four, we’d get home & the first thing that I would do was take off my clothes & sit in my underwear.  I would keep my shoes & socks on & then I’d dance to music that she would play.  Hmmm, after writing that I can’t help but think maybe my mom knows me a bit better than I thought.  Geez, twenty some odd yrs later… it seems like not much has changed.

But anyway, to all my Friendsters & you mom(even though you don’t know what Friendster is) I am performing again.  I’m making a return to Don’t Tell Mama.  It’s literally been a year & a half since I’ve been on stage singing.  I don’t count karaoke bc that is just me being silly/most likely drunk.  The last time I was there, I did a show all on my own.  I don’t know that I was quite ready for it.  But I did it, all my friends came in support & that was wonderful.  But then after, I kind of just stopped performing.  I stopped dancing in shows, stopped auditioning, plain & simple stopped. 

Fast forward a yr & half later, I think I’m ready now.  SO I’m gonna use this blog entry to promote myself(BIG surprise).  I’m only doing a couple of songs.  A la Madonna at Live 8.  A few greatest hits, show the fans you still got it, & wa la!  Get em talking.  I’ll just make sure I keep my ass off of horses.  No broken collarbones or broken hands for me.  I need to write my songs dammit!  So if you can make it to the show its this upcoming Tuesday & I’d love to see you there.  If you can’t, don’t worry this is just a taste of things to come!  Here’s the info:

August 23rd 6:30 pm Tuesday night

343 West 46th st btw 8th & 9th

DON’T TELL MAMA

RESERVATIONS REQUIRED…212-757-0788(after 4pm)

$12 ticket w/ a 2 drink minimum.

Any other ???’s call me on my cell 917-647-2773

MUCH Luv to ALL & I hope to see you there. 

The following blog is rated Friendster M A

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This past weekend was meant to be a calm one.  I mean after the celebration that was Nick’s Bday Experience, I needed a break!  But as we know whenever I say it out loud, fate just has a funny way of grabbing me on the ass & saying, "Bitch!  I’m about to hit you one more time!"  On Friday night I went into work at the restaurant.  I’m definitely gonna have to get used to this whole working later thing.  An incredibly funny thing happenned when I got there.  This other server who I had not met yet was like hey I know you!  I was like oh how, NYSC?  He says no, I know you as the blonde guy who was dancing on the box at Pyramid.  This was said in front of all my new co-workers so naturally I was a tad embarassed.  Fast forward to 11pm & we’re getting out of there a bit early.  The fun part about working there is drinking on the job.  I decided to be cool like the commercial & have Disarono on the rocks.  A few drinks later, we’re out & off to Opaline where we’re on a list & given free shots & drink tickets.  Fast forward 45 minutes later, I’m getting it on top of the box as if its my j-o-b!  Is it any wonder that this is how I’m known?!

So Saturday night I decide to have an impromptu get together at my house.  I mean there was still all this alcohol leftover from the week before so why not?  Larry & I had serious group about the shenanigans that occured at the party. We hadn’t been able to talk all week so it was due.  Larry IS the Miranda to my Carrie just so all of you know.  I don’t know what I’d do without him & it has to be said… in true Miranda form he’s about to move to Brooklyn!  So after having private group the rest of the boys come over.  (Loved meeting you Matt & u living for my DJ mix of early 90’s hits!  Vibeology is a classic!)  We all discussed some good topics.  Everything from talking smack about people we know to Matt asking if I was a natural blonde.  Thank you Jason for calling me out.  Please, eat my ass after I’ve had some quesadillas!  But anyhoo, staying on the ass subject we started talking about certain things we like to do sexually.  Fingered popped up(no pun intended).  While some described it as one of the best things on earth others were having no part of it.  Now as I often do during my now famous blogs I need to express my thoughts on this matter. I’ll go ahead & apologize to all you straights who can’t stomach the thought of it.  Now yes it can be good & I used to be all about it.  If you’re doing it right that is.  I mean hell…sometimes I need me, myself & I time just for the occassion.  But as I’ve gotten older I’ve become a bit more impatient.  So I’ll repeat what I said the other night.  "Oh stop with the fingers!  Just stick it in!!!" 

Then we decided to go to Barage where my friend works.  So MORE free drinks.  We met a few new people & had a blast with them.  (Rob, loved ya on Boy meets Boy! ) Definitley a bit over tipsy at this point & Jason & I decide to jet off to the Roxy.  Where we danced for a while.  Jude & Jason called me Catwoman as I hopped on top of the couch & held onto a pole.  (Seriously people who the hell do I think I am?) But it was for shits & giggles I tell ya!  Now this is when things get fuzzy AKA hazy AKA a bitch can’t remember dancing downstairs.  Jason apparently left(drunk) & I danced with Chase & Jude flirting w/ all these boys who were all about me…apparently.  To all the boys I’ve flirted with before…I’ll give ya an extra shimmy.  Then I came up missing.  Sorry Chase/Jude.  I remember getting in a cab & then going home.  As I’m about to make it to my building I can see someone on my stoop sitting on the steps passed out.  In my drunkeness I’m like, "OMG! The homeless are now on my stoop.  How the hell am I supose to walk over that!  I could get raped!"  Then I realize its not the homeless… its Jason!  Poor Jason, he had left his bag w/ his keys in my apt & then left Roxy.  Went all the way home & realized & then had to go back to my apt & wait for me.  He tried to call me, 8 times.  I ofcourse didn’t realize.  I mean hey, I put it in my back pocket but didn’t have it on vibrate.  Hee Hee, are ya picking up what i’m putting down? ; ) 

Getting upstairs, Jason passes out & I for some reason decide to make macaroni & cheese.  In my defense I thought it would keep me from being hungover.  Silly boy!  Later that morning, we wake & Jason realizes he doesn’t have his phone.  With both our memories working, we figure that he lost it while being on my stoop.  Come to find out, some Spanish lady found it & called the first person in his phonebook.  Luckily it was the bf of Jason’s cousin who lives here in the city.  Wherever you are Rosalita, thank you for returning my friends phone.  Side note:  I decided that was her name & she probably wears a members only jacket. 

Sunday night I attended a Queer As Folk party bc it was ending.  Nathan(Bree), thank you for hosting.  Michael B….all I will say is you were just as drunk as I was on Sat night.  Make love to my face!  Chris, I promise I will make you a superhero in my Masters blog.  As for Queer As Folk.  I can’t believe its over.  I knew Brian & Justin wouldn’t get married though.  I felt happy that Justin ended up going to NY.  I’d always related w/ his character & on the show his character is the same age that I was when I moved here.  So ofcourse that hit me quite nicely.  I didn’t leave the love of my life in NC though, I just left to get the fuck out.  On the show, everything kind of came full circle.  Which is what has been going on with our lives here.  Man, how a lot has happenned in a few yrs.  QAF will be missed on my end but I do think a new verison needs to come out.  Mixed with a little Sex & the City but with so much more added.  Where are the black characters, the latino’s?  And how all these characters make up one hell of a funny, sexy, amusing, hot, titilating group of 20 something friends.  When will this show debut?  I for one can’t wait!!!

Editor’s Note:

I just want to say that my profile was viewed over 1,800 times!  That went wayyyyy over the month before.  I LOVE YOU ALL, make love to my face!  Now I just need to make besties with someone I can pitch show ideas to.  If you are reading… email me every 5 minutes.  Get on it like you’ve got lube on it!

Well unless you were living under a rock or barely know me then you know that this past Sunday was my bday.  What a national holiday it was.  As all my friends know I like to celebrate for days on end.  On Wed night, EJ took me to the movies.  We saw War of the Worlds.  Now the thoughts of aliens killing us all & the earth ending gives me nightmares so for a hot minute I was a lil freaked.  But then, it all just seemed sooo not believable.  Why were these fuckers after us & why is it always Tom Cruise that has to save the world?  How was it that him & Dakota Fanning were the luckiest people to constantly escape their wrath. I was waiting for him to jump on a couch & admit his undying love for Katie Holmes or to start randomly calling out Brooke Shields.  Oh wait, he already did & like Lisa Kudrow said in the Comeback, "I don’t wanna see that!"  So that was that.  On Thursday night we did some celebrating at Duvet.  My girls from NYSC came out in support of me.  We were rocking a new room that was opened downstairs & they were playing hip-hop.  That was cool bc I never hear that out.  What was cooler was that Tasia(one of my girls) told me that I move better than any white boy she’s seen.  To that I said, "I got moves you ain’t seen!"  Now Friday comes along & my crew & I decide to take it back to the 80’s to rock Pyramid 1984.  And rock we did!  I don’t think I paid for any drinks which was wonderful.  Thank you Todd & my crew for that.  I surely got on top of the box where I kept myself, shirtless giving it to the fans.  Especially when they played Vogue & all of a sudden I was that 6th grader who won a dance contest while dancing to Vogue in 1990.  Yes I know… gay!  But eat it up bitches, eat it up!  There was a point where my bestie Rob was gonna get on the box but apparently I was giving a one man show. (Blushed I am!) 

Saturday night was the night of the party.  Boy was it ever!  I got to see people I ain’t seen in months & new people that I’m sure I’ll see so much more!  Before hand I cleaned my room & the apt like it hadn’t been cleaned since the last party in May.  Thanks to Larry for bringing the fan, literally!  Thanks to you & EJ for being the doormen as well.  A you know I can’t answer the door for my own party.  I kept busy making drinks & being DJ Nicky Nick.  All of a sudden it def turned into Club Nick bc in the living room the table got moved & people were dancing their asses off & it even had shirtless men(yes I was in both those groups)  You can see these pics if you click on my bestie Rob or his boy Mathew’s profiles.  Its hot!  Two of the DC Mean girls showed up for my soiree as well.  Big props to Chris for helping in the soundtrack dept by giving me his Get It Girl Vol.4 cd.  Cake was def inlvolved, brought to us by Nico(luv ya!) & it was soooo good, but… I could only have a sliver of a piece.  But some of you bitches ate that shit up bc it def wasn’t there the next day.  Thank you all for the gifts.  Kris-tahn brought me a Superman lunch box since I am a superhero!  Broke but still super!  The party was only supose to go until 1ish but by 3 we were finally leaving.  Thank you sooo much to Larry & EJ for cleaning up a large portion of the mess.  As we know, I WAS a mess at this point & I feel the corporate sponsors only need me to say that & that be that.  Thank goodness Page Six had left by that point!  So then a small crew of us ended up at Roxy sooo late where we danced for a few hrs.  All of a sudden my gay crew was gone & it was just me, Demetria & Chris.  Mind you they were together.  So I was working it out alone when this couple showed interest in me.  One was all about me but the other was a tad bit of a hater.  I ofcourse need everyone to love me so I ask, "Why’s he hating!?" (still a tad drunk folks) So the guy tells me that his bf is jealous of me bc he(the one who liked me) couldn’t stop staring.  Then the DJ started playing Don’t Cha by the Pussycat Dolls. This couldn’t have happenned at a better time bc that is my song for the summer and it was a perfect for that moment.  Shortly after we left, & I ended up with 3 people in my bed.  But if you’re thinking this is the part of the story that turns into a Bel Ami film…..you’re wrong.  It was me, Demetria, Chris & some crazy female stripper we met at a diner.  Please picture my face.  Classic Nick not amused face.  Next time I ask for booty when I blow out my candles, I’m apparently gonna have to be more specific.

So Sunday comes & its the actual day of my birth.  Rob, Laura, Ej, Matthew & Chris join me for brunch.  Day 5 of celebrating!  I had the best time.  Unlimited drinks, my fav chicken sandwich on earth & more shots!  Brought to us out of nowhere by our fav waiter Kevin. There was even a dessert waffle & people singing happy birthday.  Thank you sooo much to Laura & Rob for paying for my meal as well.  Rob, I’ve said it before & I’m sure it’ll be said again but you are totes my brother! 

Thank you to everyone who called or texted me or was there during one of these days.  40 some people in my apt was incredibly hot & soo much fun.  This one was majorly important for me & I’m sooo happy to be able to celebrate it with sooo many of my closest friends. Everyone that couldn’t be there, don’t worry!  You can buy me drinks & make love to my face when you see me out!