“Does everyone have enough adderall to get through this week?” I overheard at the Boom Boom Room, where stressed editors and sleepy photographers shared survival techniques. “I’ve got the Xanax and Valium covered.” We were celebrating Bullett’s new shop with the Cools and did it in the coolest spot possible: the top of the Standard Hotel. Once you’re in, you feel abducted by a spaceship you never want to come down from.
Yvan Rodic, aka the Facehunter seduced girls into taking shots when they weren’t convincing rich guys to buy those 18$ cocktails. “Most of these dudes are gay, but I’m not!” an ex-designer boasted, placing a hand on my butt. When the oldies started playing, tables were moved to prevent people from dancing on them and evereyone got cozy. When it got too hot, you could take a breather and take in the view of from the best toilet in town.
“I’m so exhausted and it’s only the first night!” I said to strangers in the lift. “You should stay! Last night they ran out of glasses by three and started giving out champagne by the bottle!” I shrugged, silently thanking myself for getting out alive. It’s gonna be a long week, and I don’t have any adderall.