I stopped by Angels and Kings for the first time on Tuesday night… I’m not a party animal, but I went by to finally check it out. Give it my seal of approval. Arf! Arf! (Wow, how old am I again?) It was great to see firsthand what hard work can do. The bar was started by a lot of my friends, the place looked great, and I couldn’t help but to be proud and inspired by it all. The mug shots on the wall were rad. Especially the large one of Ol’ Blue Eyes (Frank Sinatra) on one of the red walls. Besides the smell of vodka, sweat, and awkwardness it was great. Everyone knew everyone, which I couldn’t decide was amazing, or a very unfortunate fact. (Thank you Rob Hitt for the great selection of 80’s dance music and for playing The Ting Tings.)

…SHUT UP AND LET ME GO…HEY!!!!…

I was literally there for only a few minutes and here is a list of things that happened to me:

The purple people eater, Gabe, tried to make a move on me. With his tongue as a sword.
I ran into friends from BLG, Cash Cash, Steel Train, Steven from Steven’s Untitled rock Show, Cobra, Midtown ( J), The Early November, etc. etc. etc.
I saw every shade of nike dunks and wannabe 80’s neon leggings. When I say every shade, I mean every damn Crayola Crayon shade. (Yes, Even Tickle Me Pink) And yes, that is a real color. Go look it up, lurkers.
I managed to down 2 and a half Coca Cola Classics. (Told you I’m a party animal! ROAR! OINK! OMFG!)
Watched a dude dance around like shit was going out of style in nothing but boxer briefs, eyeliner, and a tie
Fell to my knees and prayed to God to save me from the dude that was dancing around shit was going out of style in nothing but boxer briefs, eyeliner, and a tie.

I love New York City. It’s unique. It’s passionate. And if you give it a little love…it’ll love you back. I’m just over the healthy food and the pigeons. Seriously…give me some grease and Parrots in the house okay? Going shopping tomorrow and stopping by MTV for a few interviews. Wish me luck. I hate these things. I always feel awkward and the bright lights begin to blind me. I love how the glove is getting so much attention. People love it, and people hate it. Get used to it, cuz it ain’t goin anywhere. You can hate it all you want..but it refuses to not be heard. You can call it the Pete Wentz of Gloves. Or the Kanye of hand keeper-warmers…. Keeper-warmers? What the hell? This is the part where I cut myself off before I say anything else that makes you guys think I’m some sick, weird, sadistic lunatic.

Here are some pics of me with two of my favorite people in the world.

Love me. I dare you.

-Alexander Michael