When Two Worlds Collide (or How Danielle Realized She Belongs in the Village)

After dragging a few of my girlfriends to Beauty Bar where we sipped $3 beers under old hair dryers and watched dudes get manicures...we all went to see Mr. Hollingsworth and Co. at the Knitting Factory. I missed his set but was greeted by dozens of familiar faces from the Bham. Blaine the womanizer (aka B'ham's biggest sleeze), the dude from Blue Epic (who apparently just moved to NY to start his own music thing), Greg from the Nick and the rest of the Pacific Stereo crew (they're playing Mercury Lounge tonight), and of course Hollingsworth and company--he, by the way, looks about 9 years old with his hair short. My friend Jess and I (who's also from there) were floored by the Bama turnout. Bizarre. Everyone caught up and then we went to Pianos (a fucking fantastic bar, and my bar endorsment of the week) and drank on Blaine's tab for the rest of the night. A reunion with Mr. H in the romance department did not occur, however. Had I not gone to Pianos I probably would've had more fun. I did receive a very drunken phone call/voicemail from him the next morning at 5 a.m. (perhaps he was searching for booty, but mine was at home in my bed in Astoria. boo.)