roused by rooftops

my inner ferocious alter ego was awaken from a shell of deep somber sleep that had somehow become my life on saturday night.  who thought pushing 12R on the elevator would not only physically transport me to a higher level, but also bring my perspective on more than just the city to a new level?  thats dangerously presumptuous of a night that was intended to simply yield some good music and fun times!  a chance meeting with an old friend sparked all the events that took place from saturday night to this morning.  it was like the perfection of stepping onto the subway platform at just the exact moment the wind hits your skirt from the uptown E pulling up.  love those moments.  we ran into each other and made plans to meet up at Empire Hotel where his friend was promoting and he had a table.  no cover, no line, & a table that spells "yes."  there is a very good reason i go out seldomly, and its the fact that i hate standing on line and i dont like paying covers (or paying in general).  sure enough with my fierce gay in tow, we rolled up like two grown women ready to strut.  passing the long line and speaking directly to the black-on-black suited short man in charge i confidently spoke the name that got us in immediately.  suddenly it was "oh yes miss, right this way sweetheart" and the velvet rope was lifted.  we waved toodles to the (ugh, i hate this term but its so right) haters and were escorted up.  although im not much for drinking (one pretty cocktail is more than enough for me...im recession friendly), the swanky environment was like something out of a scene in SATC.  i was waiting to run into aiden, if aiden were the lounge hopping type.  finding big would be a long shot, this was a rooftop full of 21-27 year olds.  the dj kept the best tracks spinning all nite and j & i were all about it.  song after song we danced our way from open balconies to tables inside with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the upper west side.  it was a fabulous re-introduction to single, fun, young life in the city.  one platter of spicy buffalo wings and calamari at the diner around 5 and it was a wrap.  sunday we slept in till 1, ate potato cheesy spuds and pancakes for 3 hours and strolled around noho & soho for the rest of the evening.  great spring weather (even if it only lasted 2 days) really got my spirits up...for once i spent my weekend out more than curled up in bed watching tv.  now if only i had one more day to catch up on work...