the final farewell to my big apple

my final eve was extremely well spent... got to see the sunrise...
we met for oysters and martinis at
oyster in grand central
then krazyoke at sing sing
where jorge pretends not to love it, but he totally hams out...
met some fabulous button ups and later got them to take off their button downs to show a little white t-undershirt action..(didnt rip them...save that for phil)
i did a quick change and danced all night at saint jerome
then bid my final farewell to
joey at 151 (where it all began)
i thought he'd kick me out, but he sat me down and we shared a glass of whiskey on the rocks
we smiled about the good-ole days of when the les was
our dirty little secret
he said, when we came barrelling in on those winter nights drinking booze from our heels and dancing on the chairs he knew that the magic couldnt last forever...i guess it isnt safe to strip tease to danzig these days (or maybe its boring?)
joey drove me & vic in his car (that had been robbed seconds before we entered it)
we got grilled cheese and disco fries at the diner and watched two french girls get in a fight..one threw her hamburger at the other(but missed and the hamburger hit the manager) he hee
vic and i spent the last wild night in her air con apartment going to bed at 7:15am
when i left san francisco, i never thought i'd actually leave my heart in new york..........