The Adventures of the NSP

Wake up in the morning with a head like ‘whatcha done?’
This used to be the life but I don’t need another one
Good luck cuttin nuthin, carrying on, you wear them gowns
So how come I feel so lonely when you’re up getting down?

Ok, so I’m picturing everyone’s face by reading that title alone, especially being attached to my name. Me=no dancing? This MUST be the sign of the apocalypse. What would shock everyone even more is that I went to dye my hair dark because I felt the need for a lil dark & brooding in my life. It’s like when everyone looks to the Groundhog in order to determine how much longer cold weather will be around. Don’t compare me to that hog bitches but yes when it gets colder I always feel the need to go darker. So when I do its like, “Oooh, Nick went dark, winter must be coming.” Cue the commercial of me just like Sarah Jessica saying, “My new favorite color? #52 Dark Brown.” So imagine my face last week when I go to put on a nice shade of brown & somehow when I washed it off it came out greyish brown! I looked like a wannbe Taylor Hicks. I screamed in terror. I wasn’t gonna be able to go darker because then it would have had to be jet black. So no thank you, I’m not the lead singer to a goth/christian/rock band & I don’t cry just for the sake of crying(unless I’m practing an award speech in the mirror). So I decide that I need to lift the dead like color out but I knew I didn’t want to go light blonde. So with careful precision I lifted it to a very natural(shut up bitches) dark blonde. So cue remixed commercial: “My new favorite color? Garnier Natural Dark Honey Blonde. Because I’m worth it!” It was like someone said, “Thou Shall Not Go Dark until it’s time.” I guess right now is just not the time.

So hair drama aside I can get back to the story at hand. Club life here in the good ole city of NYC has not been rocking my world as of late. Don’t get me wrong. If I still hear my song somewhere I will mos def shake my money maker & give it to the fans. But, these times seem to be very few & far in between. Clubland seems to be having this problem of Opening & Shutting down the next week over things like taxes not being paid, underage drinking, drugs. I read that on Friday nite there was a shot in my fav club Roxy. This was ofcourse on the straight night. You wouldn’t catch a respectable fag trying to shove a gun in their already tight pants. Ok, so yeah we walk around with the loaded pistols in the front but we don’t shoot unless they want us to! Der! There have also been new problems of Bouncers beating up or even killing its patrons. It’s like Damn! Going out is supose to be fun, not worrying about whether some fool is gonna shoot ya! I was talking with some friends about some of these matters before. No one seems to have the same excitement that we once had for places. Are we all getting old? Or did the places that we used to love to go lost the hotness factor?

Cities come and cities go just like the old empires
When all you do is change your clothes and call it versatile
You got so many colors make a blind man so confused
Then why can’t I keep up when you’re the only thing I lose?

Back in the day it was all about going to Pop Rocks in the East Village & then it moved to Plaid. Just as equally hot. We could have a place for any night of the week if we wanted. You had Opaline(original in the EV), The Roxy, Splash on occasions, Limelight, Pyramid….it was like this abundance of hotness. Now its like well I guess we have to go here bc its the only place left. Other facotrs is when the parties have to leave a certain venue. Take Opaline for example. Just in the past few yrs it has went from the East Village to Midtown West to then a brief encounter WAY downtown. This one was just closed & I have to say I was not shocked. They have apparently moved to an even worse location which is the size of say my apt. And I must add this about their doorguy. Well, I normally do not wish ill upon anyone BUT, if he was to be hit by a taxicab & then dragged along a few avenues with his guts spilling out on the streets all I would have to do is sing Lily Allen’s Smile. But anyhoo, recently I have been having loads of fun doing my own little deejaying at the apt or playing videos on youtube dancing with myself. Its reminded me of the young boy that would be alone in his room playing the radio on a Sat nite listening to John Garabedian’s Open House Party. I would have so much fun & lately I’ve been reminded of it while I look for old video’s that I was never able to watch & only wish & dream for the city life that I read about in magazines. I was talking with my mom last night & she was telling me about how when I was around 4 or 5 & it would be just me & her on a Saturday nite. I would play all her records & we’d have our own little dance party. She said that I would take my shirt off and tie it around my waist(can you imagine, me dancing shirtless?). This I remember but what I don’t remember is I apparently would put Easter Eggs in my hair. Now that is a picture I am truly afraid of. And before any of you ask….no, I was not the child that walked around in his mothers clothes. Hell I’ve never been much one for wearing any clothes haha.

Don’t feel like dancin, dancin
Even I find nothing better to do
Don’t feel like dancin, dancin
Why’d you break it down when I’m not in the mood?
Don’t feel like dancin, dancin
Rather be home with no one when I can’t get down with you

Recently, I’ve not really even had the chance to go out much. It has seemed like all I have been doing is work, gym, home repeat. Well all work & no play has made Nick a dull boy. So we’ll try to fix this situation soon. I have some friends coming into visit this weekend so it should be loads of fun I can’t wait. I was originally gonna write a blog about this last weekend but after reading my friend Shawn’s blog I felt no need to. It was magically delicious & very well done. There is me & the Us club all over it so go to his page & read it & show love. I also just got an email about a new Pop Rocks. Obviously its already circulated amongst the crew hoping for the brand new hotness. That & a new club that apparently plays all Madonna all night. I also must add that it has open bar. Hmmm, my interest has definitely been peaked. Will it be the same? Maybe not. But you won’t know if you just stay at home. Its like my wondering what NYC life could be like as a child. I would have never found out if I had just stayed home.

So I’ll just pretend that I know which way to bend
And I’m gonna tell the whole world that you’re mine
Just please understand when I see you clap your hands
If you stick around I’m sure that you’ll be fine