Na, that's boring. What's more interesting was my last bro hug. On Saturday night I didn't want to go out. I've been feeling a bit disillusioned with the whole New York nightlife scene recently due to the fact that all anybody cares about is models and bottles and an uneven ratio of girls to guys and all sorts of other boring crap that I feel embarrassed even mentioning, but the fact of the matter is that sometimes I feel like I am contributing to the downfall of society by being involved in it, and yet I still involve myself in it, and therefore I am a walking contradiction (but we already knew that). But I digress. On Saturday night I decided I was going to boycott for the aforementioned reasons, but midnight rolled around and my friends convinced me to shut up about the inequality present at New York nightclubs, and so we hopped in a taxi and drove to Darby. When we got there, there was an even-larger-than-normal line out front. We walked in, and the first thing I noticed was how crowded it was on the dance floor. The second thing I noticed was the Justin Timberlake song playing from the speakers. The third thing I noticed was how much the guy dancing on the couch in front of the DJ looked like Justin Timberlake. The fourth thing I noticed was HOLY CRAP THAT IS JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE DANCING ON THE COUCH IN FRONT OF THE DJ.
Jessica Biel sat on the couch bobbing her head as Justin Timberlake danced to his own song. A minute later I walked to the bathroom and bumped right into a particularly barrel-chested African American man. "No way, you're Timbaland," I said as he passed me by. He nodded and kept walking.
When I came out of the bathroom Suit and Tie was just starting up. I watched as Justin Timberlake sang and danced – pitch perfect I imagine – then, when Jay Z's rap was about to start up, I watched as he pointed at another man standing atop a couch on the opposite side of the dance floor.
That man was Jay Z. He laughed as his verse played.
There was a woman dancing behind Jay Z on the same couch. Her face was partially obscured by his head and her enormous curly honey-coloured hair, but there was no mistaking it.
Beyonce was also in the club. Little did I know, but I'd stumbled on the after party for Justin Timberlake and Jay Z's concert that had taken place earlier that evening.
So for the next four hours, I watched as Jay Z, Beyonce, Timbaland and Justin Timberlake sang and danced along to their own songs. I watched Beyonce sing All My Single Ladies. I watched husband and wife dance to Crazy in Love. I watched Justin Timberlake sing Senorita. I watched as iPhone camera flashes went off and bodyguards ran over to the offending photographers and forced them to delete the pictures. I watched as Jay Z finally left the club – alone, to avoid a stampede I guess? – and was mobbed by fans who'd been waiting outside since he first walked in. (Yes, I followed him upstairs to see what would happen.)
Finally, Justin Timberlake and Jessica Biel started heading towards the exit to leave. I just happened to be in the middle of the thoroughfare as he walked past, and I stopped in front of him. "Justin Timberlake, the man!" I shouted. He grinned, offered me his hand, and gave me a bro hug. It may have only been one arm, but I can now officially go on the record and say that yes, I have been hugged by Justin Timberlake.
The moral of that story is: You never regret what you do, only what you don't do. But then again, maybe it's that sometimes you have to leave your morals behind in order to get up close and personal with celebrities.
Who's to say.
I LIKE YOU!
Source:
http://www.isaaclikes.com/2013/07/2343-your-last-kiss.html