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I don't go out with my cousins all that often, aside from family gatherings, but when I do it's always a fantastic time. They had our family over yesterday for a barbeque and while it was winding down, Annie and Margaret asked me to go out with them that night. Margaret's boyfriend is a bouncer at Caffe Bottega in downtown New Haven and was going to be working, so Margaret, Annie, Annie's boyfriend Denny, Denny's brother, and Denny's friend went down there around 10. First of all, that place is the shit. It is so unlike the other dirty dance clubs that New Haven is known for. It's a cute cafe/gelateria by day, and a hip bar-turned-dance-party by night, (the turn obviously a result of the alcohol and DJs, of which there are three: one on every floor). http://www.ofexcess.com/barView.php?bar=Cafe%20Bottega Those are only pictures of the cafe part, but the bottom floor is a basement where most of the dancing ensues. Each floor has it's own bar, too. It was cool. There's just no other word for it.
We got there a little after 10 and it was still pretty slow. The crowd was much less Gotti than Alchemy, but I didn't see any one that caught my interest. Most everyone was very black-pants-and-a-cute-top generic, or else in jeans and a tank top, but it was OK because I was just hanging out with my cousin's friends anyway. This was until I was sitting at a small table with Annie and Margaret drinking cosmos when I noticed this black guy in another room. A mini fro, high cheek bones, a lip ring, a mauve-y/lilac vintage t-shirt, thick dark brown leather belt, faded jeans, aviators, dark green asics, 6-ft-something though a little too skinny. He was so my type that I stared in awe, but so well-dressed that I instantly convinced myself he was gay and didn't give it a second thought.
Later on that night, a good four to five drinks later in the basement, I was dancing with Margaret (to Ms. New Booty, nonetheless!) when some random guy started dancing behind me and grabbing at my waist. I physically removed his hands and walked away from him, when I saw the black guy leaning against the wall near us. "That was cold," he had said to me, and Margaret and I laughed. He laughed too, and he said something else that I can't remember, but it sparked me to say "Wait a minute... then you're not gay?" "Gay? Haha.." And with that, he grabbed my face and kissed me.
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I laughed it off, ordered a Red Bull and vodka, and danced some more with the people I came with back on the second floor. A while later I looked at Margaret and said "Watch this." And with that, I proceeded to walk back down to the basement, up to the black guy, grab him by the waist and kiss him. Dancing with him was almost more satisfying than making out with some one. One minute we're dancing and the next thing I knew he grabbed me by the waist and pinned me against the wall, still dancing, occasionally kissing. He'd play with the waist of my jeans, putting his hands always almost too low and I'd let my hands wander up underneath his t-shirt. We were sweaty, there was grinding, kissing, grabbing, staring... It got to the point where I felt like I was in a movie. It was all too incredible.
All of a sudden I felt a pull at my arm and saw Margaret telling me we had to leave. I turned around and said to the guy, "I'm leaving..." "Wait, what's your name?" "Stacey, yours?" "Tommy." "Well Tommy," I smiled a little drunken smirk, "I'm never coming back," and with a shrug I started to walk around. He grabbed me by the arm, "Are you serious?" and wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed me again. A good, long, hard kiss, before I walked away giggling arm in arm with Margaret.
Later that night I found out he's actually a dancer there and Margaret's boyfriend, one of the bouncers, said had never seen him dance with another girl for so long before because he'd always rather be up on stage showing off. I have such a crush right now. I'm happy that I have no means or intentions of seeing him again for a long time. Maybe stuff like that isn't so rare once you're in college and whatever, but it seriously made my whole weekend.
Edit: Here's the website of the place. It's the Bottega Lounge. http://www.bottegagiuliana.net/