Darryl Strawberry, local babes, salsa dancing at 4 a.m., hot tea, and a big ol' hurricane about to body slam Florida – needless to say, the first night of Internext Summer '04 was nothing short of out-of-control.
As soon as I spotted the first exposed thong upon check-in, I knew I was back where I belong.
Here is a short list of things that happened before 11 p.m. Thursday night. Well, not everything, but you get the idea: Cocktails. More cocktails with FC and JS. Ogling of various women. Witty banter with Wankus. Dinner at Satine with the appropriately named AVN Party Sharks. Watched a prominent member of the AVN crew dance like a man possessed by the soul of James Brown – which is odd because James Brown is thankfully still with us. Dropped by the GoFuckYourself.com kick-off soiree' and watched Parker and Genavive make out. Saw Brittany Andrews. Saw Sunny Leone. Saw people. Touched a British woman's boob. Told a cute blonde I wanted to take a shower with her later. The usual.
Then it was on to the Nikki Marina, a wild nightclub across the street from the hotel. Photographer/raconteur Don Camp led Team AVN (first Olympics reference of the weekend – many more to come) into the club. The place was a scene: mobbed dance floor, scantily clad ladies, cocktails, and otherwise full-scale debauchery. But we bypassed the unruly mob of partygoers and were led to the VIP area. This was an entirely different type of madness, in style.
Hanging with the crew upstairs, we had a bar and a bed and everyone was dancing and sweating and shouting over the music. And then Darryl Strawberry and his lady friend took a seat next to us. And that was very cool, let me tell ya.
It started pouring outside but none of us cared because we were so totally inside, and then they played Van Halen's "Jump," which no one could understand, but then the DJ rebounded and played Missy Elliot and happiness was restored, and then it was late and then I was totally hooking up and then it was time to go. Oh yeah, and there was salsa dancing – by golly there was salsa dancing!
And then the heat; my God, the heat. Is it possible to reach 110 percent humidity? I'm sphitzing as they say... I need a shower. Again.
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