Saturday night
11:20 p.m. Outside of Element for the BUTT magazine book launch party
GG: "Wait. Don't check your coat and come back outside. We aren't staying. It's too packed and the music is awful."
11:30 p.m. Eastern Bloc
MO: "It's not too crowded. Let's just pile our coats on the bench."
12:00 a.m. Eastern Bloc
MO: "E, just put your coat down."
EB: "No. I'm paranoid. And I'm smoking anyway, so I just end up putting it back on."
12:30 a.m. Big Lug
MO: "Dude, you spilled beer on my coat."
KK: "It's on a barstool. You're in a bar. Bad things happen to coats in bars.
1:15 a.m. Eastern Bloc
AO: "Hey, that stripper is moving our coats."
MO: "Oh no, he put mine over by Stinky. I don't want to talk to Stinky."
2:30 a.m. Metropolitan
DP: "Where were you? I bought you a drink."
MO: "Macking on a boy in the back. Thanks. Where'd you put your coat?"
DP: "In the back on the benches."
3:20 a.m. Metropolitan
MO: "Why do you have to leave with your friends? You're safe with me."
VT: "I'm from Vermont. I don't know my way around."
MO: "Okay, but I'm going back in. It's cold out here without a coat."
4:15 a.m. Metropolitan
CS: "I can't find my coat."
MO: "I can't find mine either. The barback cleared them out and put them all on the pool table."
CS: "I hate her."
MO: "I make an effort not to hate her, but it's not easy to not hate her."
4:30 a.m. Metropolitan
BB: "Look. You're coats aren't here. You can take something from lost and found."
CS: "I want my coat. I'm walking two blocks. I just don't care."
MO: "These are coats that should be forgotten and left at a bar."
5:30 a.m. Home
MO text message to 13 recipients: "Someone stole my coat and CS' coat. I angry/violent/horny. Just want to punch fuck someone."
ANON reply: "Where are you? Wanna come over?"
Somewhere in Williamsburg are two people with brand new coats. Well, new to them, but old to my friend and me. I'm fine with it. My jacket was nice, but it was a gift from my ex and thus tainted with bad karma. There's 15 more in the closet. For my friend though it is a different story as it was his only coat. As an artist, he'll be hard pressed to replace it.
If you see a navy blue Burton ski jacket and a red plaid Triple 5 Soul three-quarter length coat walking around Williamsburg punch the living shit out of the wearers. They are bad people.