Hot Literati @ Jean's

hello cuties, angels, and lovers.

If you know me, then you know that I strongly believe that life is about walking around and saying hello to a lot of people. That being said, I am going to resume telling you about some of the places I went and the people I saw!

Starting with Jean's. Jean's is an iteration of the "club-straunt." Classier than Tao, it's a restaurant on top with a club in the basement.

I'd been hearing about Jean's for years, ever since Grub Street did a fun TikTok-styled video, asking people how difficult it was (or was not) to get in. I'd been invited to a brand event through an influencer friend, last summer, but the event started at midnight and at midnight, on that night, I was at a salon in Bed-Stuy with some friends, where I sang in "Someone to watch over Me" in front of strangers for the first time and post-gamed at Ornithology Jazz Club with a trumpet player I'd just met and his friend.

Life is about walking around and doing things. The music was loveley and we ended up at the bar next door eating blueberries as they closed-shop.

But this is about Jean's.

I ended up at Jeans, finally, after two years. I wore a capezio leotard I've had since I was 16 and a chloe skirt I most notably wore on my 22nd birthday in Amsterdam. And my boots. I have four pairs of shoes now, two of which are cowgirl boots. I am happy, and it is easier to move.

My boyfriend and I (yes, boyfriend), waited in line for a birthday with lots of others, before we were whisked out of line and admitted inside. The staff was lovely and really nice, which is always nice to have in a club.

Once inside, I had a mezcal margarita (big mezcal mood these past couple of months) and immediately spotted another writer, Matthew Donavan, who I met at a reading my friend Safy did last summer. I met Safy when I wrote about her and Matt met Safy when Matt was writing about her or someone else. I guess that's how writers network, we just drink and go to parties and write about one another.

(I'm in Minesotta right now as I write this. The last time i was in Minesotta was on my 24th birthday the week I went to Safy's sister's wedding with her).

At Jean's, my drink hit quick as the lights dimmed redder and redder and the bass thrummed. Undulated. That's a fun word that always makes me think of Octavia Butler. There was a disco ball. A dance floor that wasn't crowded, until it was. We all had to whisper-shout. I'm very soft spoken. My skirt choked me, because I'd tied it that way. But I didn't mind.

Three of us went outside for a "smoke." I've only smoked one cigaratte, a single time on a rooftop in Bushwick, Halloween night of 2024. It's a long story, but nothing ever really is. You just have to find the right order. I explained non-linear storytelling to some 13-year-olds in the Bronx two, or three, days ago.

We go back inside and the dance floor is crowded. I'm dancing with my boyfriend. My boyfriend is hot. And very smart. I like hanging out. With him, that is.

And then, I have to pee, and people are probably doing drugs in the bathroom. When I turned 25 in London, I wrote a list of goals. One of those goals was "no recreational drugs."

I don't have an addictive personality. I'm just a little monomaniacal, but that's a great thing once I get it pointed in the right direction.

Party. Dance floor makeouts. No photos, I didn't take any photos. I deleted Instagram from my phone.

All I want is Hot Literati.

And to eat at Jean's. A woman in a white, strapless top who looked a little bit like Megan Fox told me that the food's pretty good and that Prada has a nice horsehair shoe this season.

But that's ok. I have my boots, and a website, and a lot of nice people.

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