When you’re hot, you’re just hot. There is so much to life that most people don’t get to enjoy, and it’s amazing that I look at what I get to live and see, and things are awesome. I thought about this while hanging out at the hottest club in NYC last night, The Griffin, where I had a table in the middle of the lounge, surrounded my more 9′s and 10′s then I have seen in one room in a long time. I looked around the room at 2AM, and it seemed like we were living in a “Rap Video” with only beautiful people, and everybody was there to party and have a great time.

For my birthday I decided to get out of Philly, and meet some friends in NYC where we did dinner at Nobu 57, and then dropped $2,300 on bottle service for a great location at The Griffin. I was surrounded by super-models and so many gorgeous girls that I actually felt a bit overwhelmed, and the manager made sure to give me his card for next time I come. I could tell that a bunch of people knew who I was, and were probably fans of “The Journey”, and it felt great to be in a room where I felt people matched up with how I look and act, and are ahead of the game. The atmosphere was great, and I even had a guy tell me outside the bathroom, “You’re a good looking dude”.

When we got to Nobu 57 for dinner, we ran into some former cast mates from Survivor who were having dinner there, and then headed upstairs. When I walk in a room, I usually catch people trying to figure out who I am because of how I look, and half the room turned to try and figure it out at the restaurant. I love that feeling because it proves to me that my look is unique and sell-able and if people are reacting in a regular environment, then millions of people will react when it’s on film. After an amazing dinner, we ran downtown to the meatpacking district, and went into The Griffin. The place is gorgeous, they put us in prime real estate probably sensing who I was, and within an hour the party there was out of control. They did a great job remodeling the old PM lounge (Where I made out with a hot black girl with an awesome afro who ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon without telling TJ and me several years ago and stuck us with the tab), and the place is so much more glamorous now.

I had 10′s all around my table, and at the end of the night I ended up making out with some random 9, who was a bad kisser (I will be writing a blog to further discuss kissing next), and actually bit my tongue which was killing me while grabbing brunch today at Pastis (The French Onion Soup is fabulous there). We had more alcohol at Griffin than we could handle, and there were New York “A Listers” everywhere, and it felt like home just chilling there with hot people I could connect with. I hate spending that kind of money anymore because I am on a budget and need to be conservative, but it is my birthday, and Denzel put it perfectly by saying to me, “You can’t take it with you”.