It was a fun night out after finishing up my first week on at the new job. Last night was planned to be a meetup with a good college friend, some friends I met at an Obama meetup.com group, and a with a former co-worker. After getting off work, I first went to the Manhattan Mall to see if they had the new Starbury shoe in stock.
I know this really sounds retarded and it makes me sound really cheap, but I actually think Starburys are a practical shoe. For only $20, people can get a nice-looking shoe that is a good quality walking shoe and make a statement against obscenely-priced sneakers or casual shoes from Nike, Reebok-Adidas, and even Puma. I honestly don’t think Stephon Marbury is as good as he used to be in the past, but I like the message he is saying with his Starbury line of shoes.
Most people really don’t know that most of the shoes produced by Nike, Adidas-Reebok and Puma are usually subcontracted out to the same factory in some emerging market with cheap labor and lax labor regulations. The average shoe factory worker gets paid in dollars based on the number of shoes they make in factory conditions that are modeled around scientific management. The only reason why a $1 to $5 dollar shoe costs at least $45 when it hits the store is because of the brand that gets stitched into the shoe and from the company’s advertising budget spent on promote the brand’s culture and the status symbol behind having the shoes.
Well, in certain ways Starbury is becoming a status symbol among the socially responsible and progressive-minded circles. If a Starbury is good enough for Ben Wallace and for billionaire Mark Cuban, then it is good enough for me. The problem is some of their better designed shoes are almost always out of stock in most Steve & Barry stores and the trip down to Manhattan Mall was no different.
So after hanging around Herald Sqaure, I met up with my friend and we proceeded to the Upper East Side to join up with my Obama buddies. It was almost a good two months since I last saw them in person although we do regularly chat online about the election and related topics. We settled on eating German food at a local restaurant and bar that served authentic German beer in 1 liter mugs. I can say that I was quite hammered after taking about 2-3 liters worth of strong German beer even with a large meal. These were just good times with good company and not even the snow or the long wait got in the way.
Afterwards, my friend and I went to visit my co-worker after parting ways with my Obama friends for the night. I had just learned from my co-worker that he was stopping by Manhattan for the night with some friends at the club. After working out way back to 49th St, it turned out that there was a huge line and my co-worker could not get us in the back because of strict rules. So we spent a few minutes chatting before heading out. It was good seeing him again, and I think things will be happening for him.
Because we couldn’t get into the club, we made a snap decision to get some cash from a nearby ATM and just go to the gentleman’s club next door. The club had very hot girls and a nice atmosphere but the cover charge was $20, along with a coat charge, a 20% tip for the bar and all dances were at $20. Most of the girls at the club were either from Eastern Europe with a few Asian international college students who were working for the easy money. One dancer was from the Russian, the other was Croatian and the better one was from Japan. Believe me, This can get very expensive and it really did. But it was all in good fun as I learned that I preferred Asian girls over the Eastern European ones.
It was fun, yet all that griding, from naked girls with beautiful bodies and seductive voices really didn’t “wake [me] up” as the Russian girl put it. I think I am at a point where I really need a girl to do something to me to get me going or I simply prefer having a girlfriend to do all that and more to me. Then again, I may have been put off by the large number of middle-aged, overweight and creepy investment banker types having their way with those strippers. One of the bathroom attendants told me that one Wall St. guy had blown about $50k in one night at this club.
This went on until about 3:30 AM before we decided to call it a night. I wound up really toasted by the end of the night to the point where I overslept during the PATH ride back and wound up walking out the wrong station after hallucinating that my friend had left at that station. I didn’t realize it but I think I got out of the PATH and into the apartment around 6:00 AM and just went to sleep with my street clothes and coat on.