Wasn't out on the town with iW, but it sure felt like it. My friend David, a film producer, was hosting a little party on Saturday night at his humble abode...and I offered to DJ.

For a few days prior to the party, David being a non-drinker, continued calling and asking questions such as; "how much alcohol should I have? what type of alcohol? where should I buy the alcohol? what kind of food? how much food?" David also wanted to hire someone to run the barbecue and bartend and could I recommend anyone?

As if I know anything about hosting parties??

The party was a blast; it was my first attempt ever at DJing, the barbecue was a success, the bar worked out great, the people were a lot of fun, David had a wonderful time and what was supposed to end around midnight....ending up lasting until well past 5am.

The very mixed crowd, which included the 6'8 Italian guy Vinnie, a couple of editors, producers, actors, my friend Cindy, etc...were dancing until dawn.

Since the party was located on East Broadway, which is not near any traffic nor any subways, we all shared a car service going home. The first drop-off was in Soho and I was the second in the East Village.

Said my goodbyes, got out of the car and was walking down my block when I was approached by a hairdresser from behind. He had mistaken me for his friend Sara and after realizing I wasn't Sara, he insisted that my hair was all wrong and suggested we go get some breakfast.

A couple of eggs and potatoes later, Chen Lo and I went our separate ways and I finally arrived home at 7am.