It stopped raining so I went to a Backstreet Boys concert (Part 1)

Every Ass Morning In June: a daily ongoing stream of cawnsciousness (Day 12)

And to think I was gonna skip it! I got the invite on Monday: Uber One is presenting a summer soccer kick off party at Pier 36, featuring a DJ set by Mark Ronson and a performance by the Backstreet Boys. When you go to as many events as I do (5 a night), the Mark Ronson DJ sets add up. But the Backstreet Boys? Color me intrigued.

I usually use rain to justify not going to things; a doctor’s note that conveniently and literally falls out of the sky. I also feel guilty when I RSVP to something and then don’t show up, even though I’m not on a Bravo show and I doubt anyone notices when I don’t show up to, say, the Uber party.

Perris was eating chicken and rice at my table when today’s thunderstorm blew in. The sky darkened in a matter of minutes and then it was monsooning. “Dude, look, it’s insane out there.” We hunched over the ledge of my kitchen window and watched people running for cover across 4th Avenue. Less than 5 minutes later it was over, everything back to normal, the sun shining. Ok, ok. I’ll go.

I’m behind on laundry so I steamed the black linen pants I’ve been wearing all week, pulled on some random yellow socks, and buttoned up the star-filled Bode shirt I wore on my 30th birthday. I left my apartment and got on the downtown 5 train, sweating.

Sometimes there are signs that a party is going to be a big deal before even setting foot inside. Attractive attendants wearing bespoke branded uniforms directing attendees to the entrance is one. A separate VIP entrance is another. We got our green wristbands (thanks Ella!) and walked past the barricades. I was unprepared for the amount of turf they used on this party. The entire place was decked out to look like a soccer pitch.

TO BE CONTINUED