I need someone to slap me in the face.
Why? Oh, just because the past two days have been un-fucking-real.
I’m sorry we haven’t been posting very much but we honestly do not have the time! Abie and I are running around Manhattan doing interviews, events, and meetings. The rest of my time is dedicated to catching up with old friends in the city and sleeping. Even when I go to these parties to see friends, I’m being introduced to people who want to collaborate and work with us. Going out is still so much fun but it has become a work thing and that sometimes takes away the excitement of it. Still, it’s been a wild weekend.
I flew in on Friday and met up with Kira and Abie straightaway. We caught up in the Uber on our way to our first interview of the weekend. It was with an old friend of mine named Emily. She grew up in Miami and moved to NYC for school and to become a photographer. We hung out in her cute apartment and I met her new puppy, Lola. Instead of sending her questions, I wanted to interview her face-to-face and record it so the interview would happen organically. We write down some things but mostly want it to be like we’re just talking rather than interrogating them.
Friday was also the night of our Avenue party which was unbelievable. Not only did I get to meet some of Abie’s dope friends, I saw girls there that I hadn’t seen since I was 16! Everyone is the exact same and it makes me so happy. Some of them are still working and some of the others are retired like us but when we get together, we become our giggly teenage selves again and it’s lovely. Abie and I threw back one too many “celebratory” shots and decided to walk it off a bit. We held hands and trudged through the Meatpacking District and heard someone yell, “YO KENNEDY!”. I turned around and see my friend, Tanz, standing behind the ropes at Up & Down. I loooove UD but I heard Drake was going to be there and I knew it was going to be a shit show. Tanz asked us to come inside so we said YOLO and did it. It was worse than I had imagined because YOU COULDN’T MOVE WHATSOEVER. Somehow, we did move through the sea of crazies and arrived at his table. Devon Windsor stood on the couch and swayed to the music with a drink in her hand. I looked around and recognized a few of the faces from last season’s shows. Oh, true.
Abie then yanked on my arm and reminded me that we had a party going on that was for us. We said our goodbyes and began to make our journey to the door. I heard a familiar voice over the microphone and a giant smile spread across my face. I walked up to the table edge of Richie Akiva, the owner, and he grinned at me and grabbed my hand to bring me up. I told him how amazing the night is and how much I missed him. He told me to come up and have a drink but we had to go. What I love about Richie is that he meets sooo many people and remembers everyone. He told me that he has a hard time making true friends because people usually want something out of him. He only remains friends with people that he truly connects with and are genuinely good natured. The rest of the night was a blur that ended with a Mcdonald’s drive through and me falling asleep on Abie’s couch with my dress pulled down to my waist and no bra.
WE HAD TO TAKE THIS PART OUT BUT WE WILL EXPLAIN LATER.
Ugh, you guys, as much as I want to continue to write, I can’t keep my eyes open to save my life. My body is slowly shutting down and demanding sleep. I will finish this post up tomorrow and tell you guys about the LUMA event, interviews, our meeting with LF Soho, and my wild Saturday night.