Tuesday, May 19, 2009

I'd Date Myself in a Tuxedo!


One time… as a child, I remember watching some TV show and at the end of the show, the announcer said “Guest of the show stay at the world famous Waldorf=Astoria Hotel”. The Waldorf =Astoria (notice it’s a double hyphen = people use to say meet me at the hyphen) has become a famous landmark hotel known for luxury.
It’s even rumored that one of their chefs created the recipe for red velvet cake-- a very luxurious velvety cake.

I know that I have truly ARRIVED in New York City when I can say that I was invited (and attended) a black tie event at the World Famous Waldorf=Astoria Hotel.

My corporate philanthropist friend Jose received 10 tickets to the Hispanic Federation’s Annual Gala fundraiser, and was kind enough to invite me, Quinta, his date Matt, Thomas Krevor-- Executive Director of the Hetrick-Martin Institute (The Harvey Milk School), and several others.


“Established in 1990, the Hispanic Federation is a service-oriented membership organization that works with over 90 Latino health and human services agencies to promote the social, political and economic well-being of the Latino community”. This year’s gala event theme was Taking Causes to Heart.



This being a Black-tie affair , I had to rent a tuxedo. I thought that renting a tux from the Men’s Warehouse on 46th and Madison would be a wise choice since it was near Jose’s office (whereI I would be getting ready) and also because its prom season and they had ads in their windows advertising tuxedos for $59.

The Tuesday evening before the Thursday event I headed to the Men’s Warehouse. I love how literally a few days before an event you can just rent a tuxedo in NYC. First off, among the tuxedos in their catalog, not one was $59. Secondly, most of the tuxedo rentals started off at $170 dollars and up.

I settled on the two cheapest ones in the rental catalog for $109.00. I chose a lapel collar type only to be told that it really wasn’t in fashion and that if I was choosing based on price to take the other suit. When you think about it, I really had no choices! The suit I settled for was a regular tux with the satin stripe down the pant leg; and a black vest and regular tie (I don’t care for bow ties). They told me to pick the tux up between 12 PM & 5 PM the next day.

On Wednesday I went to pick up the tuxedo. After trying it on, I realized the pants were too short and the sleeves on my jacket too long (for tuxedos, its customary to show off the cuffs of your white shirt beneath the jacket). They told me to come back at 6 PM to retry it. I didn’t make it back. I hoped that it would fit the next day.

I went at noon on Thursday to pick my suit up. Everything was perfect. I rushed over to Jose’s office dropped off the tux and told him I would be back at 5:45 to get ready and that we get to the Waldorf=Astoria by 6:15 PM for the reception ( before dinner).

It was a rather hellish day at work, and I left the office at 5:05 PM (rare to leave that early on a hellish day). My plan was to head up to 51st and Lexington to the New York Sports Club (the gym I belong to—though not the branch I frequent) that is nearest to Jose’s office, to take a shower. Jose called me and said that he had gone home early to get ready and was driving back and he would be in the city by 5:45 PM. Quinta called me and said she had her dress with her and would like to get ready at Jose’s office at 5:45 as well.

The locker room of the NYSC at 51st and Lexington was full of hot fit Brazilian men! OMG it was like live Brazilian porn! (They weren’t having sex, just hot naked bodies everywhere). And of course, the one time I would just like to sit in a hot steam room looking at hot naked Brazilian men,
I only had 20 minutes to get in and out. I take a quick shower, shave, brush my teeth, wipe the drool from my mouth as I look at the guy next to me, change, and head 2 blocks over to Jose’s office. As I’m nearing Jose’s office, my phone starts ringing. “William, It’s Jose, I am stuck in traffic just go to my office and I will be there shortly”. I stop off at Starbucks and grab some iced green tea for Quinta and me.

I meet Quinta in the Lobby of Jose’s office. We sit down. I had broken a little sweat on the way (from the walk and from thinking of all those Brazilian boys I left behind). We sit outside at some tables catching up and cooling off. It was actually kind of a muggy day out. Not the best weather to wear a tuxedo in. Quinta was in jeans. She was going to change upstairs (like me) when Jose arrived.

5:50 PM Jose calls me again. “I’m still in traffic. Ask security if they will let you up to my office and let you change”. I put Jose on the phone with security and listen as the guard say “we do not open up any of our tenants office, it’s against our policy”. Quinta and I would have to wait.



6:10 PM (The time we were supposed to be at the reception!) Jose comes in all dressed. “Sorry I’m late, traffic was really bad and… I forgot my office keys!”. He turns to security and asks if they will open up the office for him. Security won’t do it. Uh oh! How am I going to get dressed!! Security and Jose start calling extensions to see if anyone is there! No Answers. Then a woman Jose knows comes out of the elevator. “Sure!” she says “I can key you in”. Whew! As we head toward the elevator, a cleaning person comes out and he offers to let us in instead, so the woman can go home. We ride up in the service elevator.

After we are done Changing, and I realize how hot I look in a tuxedo (I would date myself in a tux), and Quinta is dressed in her cocktail dress, Jose explains that we will not be able to get back into his office tonight. CRAP! I was planning on leaving my bag of stuff there and retrieving it after the grand ball. Now I had to grab my house keys and anything else I might need to get home that night and get everything in the morning. This means that I have to ride the subway late at night to the Bronx, in a fancy tuxedo.


6:40 PM. We finally make our entrance. The Waldorf=Astoria hotel was built in 1931 and is known for its Art-Deco design.
It’s lobby adorned with deep rich woods, with a clock tower in the center. Upstairs richly carpeted hallways with Chandeliers.


Even the elevators were made of stainless steel (or silver) ornately designed complete with the dial that looks like a clock above the door telling you what floor the elevator is on.
I commented that it was just like I use to watch on Sesame Street—Grover using that dial to count floors.




The upper floor Hallway leading to the reception and ballroom was cleanly tiled a black and white checker board pattern and much of the walls up lit by sconce lighting.
I couldn’t help but get that eerie feeling that this place was haunted, like the hotel in the Shining.


We were very late for the reception, and only had time to grab a glass of wine (Quinta and I were able to steal some sort of fried patty thing), and meet a few people before being ushered into the ballroom. The ballroom was beautiful, almost like being in Carnegie Hall or a Paris opera
house with a very ornate ceiling and large chandelier, complete with what looked like balconies of box seats.


Our tables were beautifully decorated with square vases of flowers submerged in water, with floating candles. The effect of the candles reflecting off all of the wine glasses on the tables was stunning. Also on the tables were our programs, and a listing of items up for silent auction including: a L’Oreal gift basket; Broadway show tickets; and trips.
On each chair, a large black purse—yes-- a purse! These were our gift bags! Thoughts of getting beat up on the subway in a tuxedo and holding a large purse filled my head.
Also on our table was the appetizer: Sugarcane Skewered Shrimp, with Buasacaca Salad (basically salsa).



The event was hosted by Julie Banderas, A Fox News correspondent.
New York’s governor Patterson was also there on hand to help present awards to Les Good Stein of Newscorp; Jose Zambrano L. of Zuma Holding; Kyle E. McSlarrow of the National Cable & Telecommunications Association; and also the Violence Intervention Program.
A lot of the presentation was done in Spanish with subtitles, and since I had left my glasses in Jose’s office I was as blind as Governor Patterson!



I wasn’t too impressed with dinner.
First off, it was served at 9 PM. The last meal I had eaten was at lunch. By the time dinner was served, I was so hungry I had eaten my shrimp appetizer,
and even chewed up the sugarcane skewer for all its sweetness (I remember chewing sugarcane as a kid in Hawaii). My spice Rubbed Tournedo of Beef was rather dry, but the Jumbo Lump Crab Cake was AMAZING!



As we ate dinner, we were entertained by Venezuelan Jazz Flutist Huascar Barradas.
The music was beautiful. Quinta could not help but to marvel at how skillful Huascar was with the flute. She explained to me that in order for him to make some of those sounds,
he had to be really skillful with his tongue! I think she was about to orgasm in her pants as she sat there watching him.




Halfway through the Dinner, Quinta and I snuck off to use the restroom as well as to take pictures posing next
to pieces of furniture as if they were priceless antique pieces in our own homes.

My favorite part of the evening was the dessert Bar.
Just outside of the main ballroom, a table with an amazing spread of rich treats including Flan, assorted mini cakes, and a cappuccino mousse.
Next to the dessert table, a full service coffee bar serving coffees, Café Con Leche, and Cappaccino. The Cappaccino was to die for!




As the evening faded into dancing, the group at our table decided to call it a night. On the way out, me and Jose decided to be ghetto and swing by the Coffee Bar and fill our “purses” with canned Bustello iced Café Con leche.
I think I took 5! Jose took 6!


We stopped in the Grand Lobby on our way out for some final photos with the clock.
Somone was grabbing my ass during the group photos!!

On my way home, I decided to wrap my purse in my leather jacket. Everyone on the train looked at me but no one said a word. They probably thought I was just some building security officer, or Hotel Concierge on his way home from work.

When I got home, I opened my purse.
Goya Products! Bustello Coffee! the usual pens and things, a CD of Huascar Barradas, a Mini bottle of Hennessy, and 5 canned Bustello Iced Café con Leche which I enjoyed every day since. Does anyone know where I can buy more?

For Real! Seriously!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Billy's Birthday Bash!

One time… my birthday fell on a Friday, and I decided to make it a weekend birthday celebration! I took my birthday off from work so that I could spend the day pampering myself.

Friday morning (May 1st- My Bday) started off with millions of messages on Facebook wishing me Happy Birthday, and millions of phone calls. My favorite call of the morning was from my friend Harsha who is currently in India. Calling all the way from India made me feel Special.


My Favorite message on Facebook was from my friend Shinji who recognized that I had changed my profile picture to one of me blowing out the candle on a Mont Blanc Cake (Japanese Cake).




11 AM, first stop: DnB Hair Colour Group on 23rd Street. When I first moved to NYC back in 2004, I asked Kirk (my roommate) where I could go to get my hair cut. “DnB Hair Colour Group on 23rd and 7th” he said. “They are fierce and they know how to cut Asian Hair like yours". I have very straight wiry hair. I have had stylist complain that they have gotten splinters in their hands from my hair. When I got to 23rd and 7th, I couldn’t remember the name of the place. There were no salons on the corner of 23rd and 7th.


I looked up and saw a sign: International Salon. That must be it I thought to myself. The International Hair Salon must be what Kirk was talking about since only a place like that would know how to cut Asian hair. I rang the doorbell and they buzzed me up.

As soon as I got to the second floor and into the Salon, I realized that this was not the right place. 3 Black Drag Queens (one weaving a girl’s hair) greeted me. “You need a haircut honey?” one of them said.

There was no way I could respond with “just looking”, so I said yes and sat down. She/he did a good job, and Kirk later explained that DnB Hair Colour Group was not on the corner but just off the corner of 7th Avenue. About a month later I went back to DnB where Vivian, this fierce Asian girl, cut my hair exactly as it should be. I have been going to her ever since.


On my birthday, I figured I’d drop in and make an appointment for the next day. As soon as I walked in Vivian said “I can take you now”.

The shampoo girl washed my hair gave me a quick head/shoulder/neck massage and Vivian went to work giving me a really short summer haircut. I loved it!

Then it was off to the Chelsea Pier Day Spa where I met Herbelicious.
I was there to get a one hour facial using a gift card that I had. The Spa is part of a huge sports complex/gym and a purchase at the Day Spa entitles you to use the facilities for the rest of the day. The Spa provided Herbelicious and me luxurious terry cloth robes.
We enjoyed a few minutes in the steam room and sauna, and a nice shower before Yuli, my therapist, saw me. Upon meeting me she asked “Are you Filipino?”

“Yes!” I replied.

“Good, I am Indonesian, so I know your skin type”. She examined my skin and determined that I SHOULD have normal to oily skin but had normal to dry skin because the products I use were clogging up my pores. She informed me she would do a Glycolic Acid Peel to provide exfoliation and cell renewal. She told me that this would unclog my pores. She massaged my face with cleansers and steam, covered my eyes with moist cool towelettes, and covered my face with hot and cold towels.
I was in heaven practically falling asleep to the calm classical music being piped into my semi dark room. She followed up with the peel, a facial, and a shoulder and neck massage. She then started to perform extractions of my white and blackheads. She followed that with another cleansing and a mask. I’m not sure what the mask was, I had my eyes closed the whole time. It felt like she covered my face with cheesecloth, and then started to use what smelled and felt like paper mache paste. She finished up with moisturizer and sun protection. It was an enjoyable experience.

When the hour was over, she advised me to change the facial soap I was using as it was too harsh and to start using Cetaphil.
She also told me that in the fall I might want to opt for microdermabrasion to help with the scarring from my teenage years.

After getting dressed, Herbelicious and I decided to head to the Chelsea Market for lunch. On our way there, we stumbled upon an open warehouse where there appeared to be an art exhibit.

We weren’t sure if we were allowed to walk in, or if there was another entrance to this “museum”, or maybe this was actually the exit.

Herbelicious and I slipped in. We looked at the interesting exhibits of chickens nailed to the walls, cardboard furniture, famous Filipino boxer Manny Pacquiao (I’m Filipino!), Neon signs etc. It was kind of fun, (and free?), and I felt like Ferris Bueller away from school for the day. Off to Chelsea Market.





I first heard of the Chelsea Market from watching the Food Network years before I moved to New York City.
I especially wanted to go to this place there that served several types of pot pies.
Herbelicious and I couldn’t find the place, but we settled on a cute café called the Green Table.
I ordered the Pot pie (which was amazing), and Herberlicious ordered their signature burger that had bacon and kimchee in it! In the middle of lunch I received a phone call from my friend Patrick in Chicago.


“William, its Patrick. Some people want to say something to you”.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” I heard a group of kids singing. It was Patrick’s class. Patrick is an elementary school teacher. That was so Sweet!



A quick run home to the Bronx to change and it was back to the city to meet my friend Tommy to watch a live taping of The Big Gay Sketch Show (that airs on LOGO).
The show is like Saturday Night Live --but with sketches pertaining to gay people. My good friend Joe (Tommy's Boyfriend who couldn't make it) knows that I like the show, and was able to secure me tickets to see the live taping. We sat in the front row!



My favorite character on the show is that of a little British boy named Fitzwilliam, who wants nothing more than to be a little girl and have a vagina. He has a horse that he calls a unicorn “whose mother (the horse that is) abandoned him when he was 4 because she is an alcoholic”.


I was hoping to see a new sketch of Fitzwilliam. And guess what? I got my Birthday Wish! This time the horse err... Unicorn was slitting his arms and legs because he will never be as thin as the models in all the high fashion magazines. I’m not sure if I’m allowed to say this before the show airs, but Fitzwilliam will also finally be getting his wish—a Beverly Hills vagina! We couldn’t take pictures during the taping, and in all the pictures I did take, I realized my face was so oily and shiny (because of the facial?).



Another quick bite after the show at this great place called B-Bop on 54th and 9th and then it was home for a quick shower (to wash my greasy face) and off to No Parking for Strippers and a performance by the gypsy woman herself Crystal Waters-- ladadi ladida!



All day Saturday I did absolutely nothing! But I knew that my birthday celebration was going to continue as Herbelicious had plans for me.

It started off with an 8:30 PM dinner at Ippudo (the great ramen noodle shop I blogged previously about).


Many of my good friends were there: Ivan, Alana, Herberlicious, Michelle, and Johnny.
Ivan entertained us with his high fashion modeling poses, as Alana tried to compete but could only do sexy poses—borderline porn!

















Alana surprised me with a birthday cake from the Philippines! a Pianomo Roll!






And then it was off to the bar URGE for more strippers and where to my surprise most of my friends were! It was a night of drinking and catching up with all of them. I was trashed with all the free birthday drinks!










We ended the night at Splash dancing, where Herbelicious, Michelle, and Ivan retrieved my valuables from me (after the last black-out incident at Splash they wanted me to be safe) and headed home. I stayed back since I had the attention of 3 suitors.
Let’s just say that I went home with 2 of them, where we made manwiches and enjoyed brunch the next morning watching the Harry Potter Movie. What a great Birthday Weekend, the BEST EVER! Thanks Everybody! (especially Herbelicious, Alana, Michelle, Brian & Eduardo).

For Real, Seriously.