This dude, Christian Hudson, threw the best party I ever went to.
It was in the meatpacking district of New York, and at first, I was a little wary pulling up in this sketchy neighborhood with homeless dudes running up to my car and asking me for money.
The doorway to the place was nondescript but the address was right so my boys and me walked right on in.
At first there was nothing but a dark hallway and then at the end, some music and light filtered out from a door.
We made our way through the darkness and flung open the door to one of the most happening parties, I’d ever been to.
The first thing that struck me was the women.
I don’t think I’d ever seen such amazingly beautiful women in one place at one time before. And then, the kicker was that they all turned and smiled at us.
They were all models from different agencies, dressed to kill, and yet, they were not snobs. They all had a big smile for my boys and me and within seconds, had grabbed our hands and led us out onto the dance floor.
My boys and me looked at each other and tried to hide our shock. What was going on? These beautiful girls were smiling and laughing and dancing with us.
Then I looked around. Not only were there famous and semi-famous models, but also movie stars. We’re talking big-time movie stars. (Out of respect for Christian, I told myself I wouldn’t drop any names in this story because he’s the type of guy who doesn’t brag and probably doesn’t want me to out all his famous friends.)
As we wandered around the party, it got even better. Deep inside the warehouse was a school bus. An entire school bus parked in the middle of the warehouse surrounded by pillows. The bus was shaking from all the people dancing inside it and people would take turns stage-diving out the windows onto the pillows below. Coolness.
But let’s just say, my boys and me should’ve been out of place. We should’ve been made to feel like heels crashing an A-list party, but no. The opposite of that.
A really cool actor who shall remain nameless played a few games of pool with me, like we’d been friends forever. What the hell was going on?
Is this what it is like to be friends with Christian Hudson? Apparently.
I felt like freaking Cinderella at the ball.
I was just some chump college kid wearing sneakers and a hoodie and these dudes were treating me like an equal, these actresses and models were flirting with me, and everyone there treated me like one of the gang.
Same with my boys. We kept exchanging incredulous glances.
The best part was at dawn, right before it was time to go. As usual Christian Hudson, directed us back to a third room deep within the building, saying there was something we had to sign before we left. This room was lit up with black lights and various famous people were taking turns spray painting their names on a big wall — their signatures. I was in awe reading the people’s names that were at this party, but the biggest trip of all was when some famous illustrator I admire turned around and handed me the spray painted bottle. So, I added my name to the wall.
Best. Party. Ever.
It was in the meatpacking district of New York, and at first, I was a little wary pulling up in this sketchy neighborhood with homeless dudes running up to my car and asking me for money.
The doorway to the place was nondescript but the address was right so my boys and me walked right on in.
At first there was nothing but a dark hallway and then at the end, some music and light filtered out from a door.
We made our way through the darkness and flung open the door to one of the most happening parties, I’d ever been to.
The first thing that struck me was the women.
I don’t think I’d ever seen such amazingly beautiful women in one place at one time before. And then, the kicker was that they all turned and smiled at us.
They were all models from different agencies, dressed to kill, and yet, they were not snobs. They all had a big smile for my boys and me and within seconds, had grabbed our hands and led us out onto the dance floor.
My boys and me looked at each other and tried to hide our shock. What was going on? These beautiful girls were smiling and laughing and dancing with us.
Then I looked around. Not only were there famous and semi-famous models, but also movie stars. We’re talking big-time movie stars. (Out of respect for Christian, I told myself I wouldn’t drop any names in this story because he’s the type of guy who doesn’t brag and probably doesn’t want me to out all his famous friends.)
As we wandered around the party, it got even better. Deep inside the warehouse was a school bus. An entire school bus parked in the middle of the warehouse surrounded by pillows. The bus was shaking from all the people dancing inside it and people would take turns stage-diving out the windows onto the pillows below. Coolness.
But let’s just say, my boys and me should’ve been out of place. We should’ve been made to feel like heels crashing an A-list party, but no. The opposite of that.
A really cool actor who shall remain nameless played a few games of pool with me, like we’d been friends forever. What the hell was going on?
Is this what it is like to be friends with Christian Hudson? Apparently.
I felt like freaking Cinderella at the ball.
I was just some chump college kid wearing sneakers and a hoodie and these dudes were treating me like an equal, these actresses and models were flirting with me, and everyone there treated me like one of the gang.
Same with my boys. We kept exchanging incredulous glances.
The best part was at dawn, right before it was time to go. As usual Christian Hudson, directed us back to a third room deep within the building, saying there was something we had to sign before we left. This room was lit up with black lights and various famous people were taking turns spray painting their names on a big wall — their signatures. I was in awe reading the people’s names that were at this party, but the biggest trip of all was when some famous illustrator I admire turned around and handed me the spray painted bottle. So, I added my name to the wall.
Best. Party. Ever.