GRABBYS WEEKEND: DAY 2
Posted by Jett Blakk at 6/6/2008 8:02 AM and is filed under uncategorized 
A single shaft of light pierced through the crack between my closed curtains and woke me up at 6:30am. I got up, closed them more tightly and went back to bed.
At 10:30, NICK CAPRA called my cell phone. "Where are you?"
"Still in bed," I said.
"Do you want to get breakfast?"
"Not particularly," I said. He hung up and went to go work out. I slept for several more hours.
Finally, I dragged my ass out of bed, took a shower and waited to meet WOLF HUDSON in the lobby of the hotel. We grabbed a cab and headed to The Lucky Horseshoe for the Nick Capra Happy Hour. When we got there, the bar's manager, MICAH, greeted us. He looked familiar to me and Nick before we realized that he was the bartender Nick sucked off at the Recovery Brunch a few years ago! Small world.
Nick Capra shows what he thinks of paparazzi at the Lucky Horseshoe.
Honestly...doesn't he look great in that shirt?
So Nick and Wolf changed clothes in the dressing room while I took a seat in the front bar. Micah came out and said that he had other dancers there, and they would all take 15-minute shifts, starting with Nick. I was surprised to see Capra come out of the locker room shirtless, as I had asked him to wear the NickCapra.com logo t-shirt for publicity. "I'm over it," he said when I asked him why he didn't have it on. "Besides, this is what they want to see."
Is this what you want to see?
Wolf picks a peck of pornstar pecs. (Try saying that 5 times fast!)
Wolf picks a pack of pornstar prick. (Try saying that 5 times...oh, you know.)
The dancing started, and Nick, who really wanted to walk around and do meet and greets instead of dancing, went up on the lighted platform anyway. He did a really good job, if the money that got stuffed in his shorts was any indication. I lost count of how many guys stuck their faces in his ass. Next, it was Wolf's turn, and he did his usual impressive job on the platform. One almost-incident occurred, though. Wolf was dancing, and an older gentleman came up behind him, cash in hand. Wolf did an awesome backwards kick—and came within an inch of stomping the guy in the kisser! Both guys did another set and walked out of there with much dinero.
It was now 7:30pm and Nick was scheduled to appear on The Tim & Roma Show at 7:50, so the 3 of us jumped in a cab and booked it to Hydrate. Once inside, again, it was super-celeb time, as the porn stars outnumbered the "civilian" audience. I saw VINNIE D'ANGELO (who was making out with Nick in seconds flat), JASON RIDGE (who introduced me to his boyfriend and his gay younger brother), ERIK RHODES, TORY MASON, ANDREW ROSEN, THOR STEPHENS, ANGEL BENTON, ERIK WEST and many others.
Now, the show is based in San Francisco and aired over the radio, but they were doing a special Grabbys show, recording it to play later. Apparently, they were running low on guests, because soon after we arrived, Wolf was up on stage.
MR. PAM was videotaping it, and when Sister Roma mentioned his hugely popular internet "Wolf Dance" video, Pam yelled, "Do a spin!" which of course, he got up and did. Soon, it was Nick's turn, and he took the stage, plugged the site and called Vinnie up to join him. The two made out furiously to the whoops and hollers of the crowd.
I was enjoying a drink, when suddenly Angel Benton grabbed me. "I have to talk to you!" he said. I watched Andrew Rosen go up on stage, then turned my attention back to Angel, who told me that he was interested in talking to me about working for SUITE 703. I told him I was certainly interested in hearing what he had to say, and as he began to tell me about it, MARK NAGEL grabbed me by the arm. "You're up next," he said.
"What? But I wasn't scheduled to do this. Are you sure?"
"You're next!" he repeated, tugging at me.
Angel smiled and waved at me. "Go on. You'll be at the Grabbys tomorrow night, right? I'll catch you then and we'll swap cards." I let Mark lead me to the bottom of the stage, then point and mouth to Sister Roma "He's next." Instantly, a flash of panic washed over her face, and I realized that she didn't know who I was! Suddenly, Mark appeared again and whispered, "Jett Blakk." She relaxed, and Andrew descended the stage.
"Okay, everyone," Sister Roma said, "Let's have a big welcome for Jett Blakk!" There seemed to be a lot of applause as I went up. Mr. Pam said, "Bend over," and I found my face in her tits as she snuck the wired microphone up underneath my shirt and clipped it to my t-shirt collar. Staring at her cleavage, I said, "You're a girl!" She replied, "Yes, I am!" to which I said, "If you have me bend over any further, I'll have as much cleavage as you do." She laughed and I sat on the stool next to Roma, who asked me about my preference for story porn, which models surprised me with their acting ability and what projects I had coming up. Mark appeared again and whispered to me, "The Recovery Brunch!", so I told everyone about the Mug Shots cast appearing at the event on Sunday and invited them all to appear. I left the stage and found Wolf, then asked him if he was hungry. He said yes, so he, I, Andrew Rosen and Erik West left to go to the Nookies Tree, one of my favoritep places to eat in Chicago. On the way, we decided to go to Erik's apartment to see if BRAXTON BOND wanted to join us.
We found Braxton in bed, still hung over from the previous night's festivities. He said he didn't want to go with us...he was sick. "Sick-ill or sick-hungover?" I asked.
"Sick-hungover."
"Come on, Braxton," I said. "Don't you want to go with us and get some runny eggs, greasy bacon and juicy sausages?"
"You bastard," he groaned and buried his face in the pillow. I closed the bedroom door.
"I guess that's a 'no' on Mr. Bond," I said. I called SCOTT CAMPBELL who had just checked into the Hyatt Regency and asked him to join us. He said he'd take a cab and be right there. The rest of us walked down to the restaurant. Now, on the way, Erik and Wolf did a hilarious improv where they played two latinas who got into an argument about their hair. I just shook my head, it was so brilliant. I asked Erik to be in a movie for me, and he said he would when he lost his "winter fat." I should have such winter fat.
Erik West & Wolf Hudson
Scott Campbell in this year's finer wear.
At the restaurant, Scott joined us and we sat at the big table in the front corner. We noticed there were little "tribes" of porn people all over the restaurant. Now, Eric pulled out a big brown shaggy wig, some false teeth and a Mr. Limpy rubber dick and put them on. He slipped into hillbilly mode and it was a riot. I told him as he removed the disguise, that he should wear those when he presented at the Grabby tomorrow night. "Really?" he asked.
"Definitely."
After finishing our dinner, we walked down Halsted back to the Lucky Horseshoe for the Raging Stallion party, which was in full swing. We made our way to the back bar, where Wolf found the company of a lovely lady and began chatting her up. Erik disappeared, and Scott kept leaving for some cigarette breaks. Andrew and I talked about how this was probably his last year in the business. He wants to retire from porn and go into mainstream film and TV production and editing. I wish him luck.
About 15 minutes later, Wolf and his new lady friend left together for pleasures untold, after I thanked him for doing the Happy Hour. I told him to have fun and to be safe. He said he would. I told him to count his kidneys in the morning, to which he responded with a wide-eyed look.
Andrew, Scott and I had enough and grabbed a cab back to our respective hotels. Back in my room, I had a craving for ice cream, but it was too late for room service and I was too lazy to walk the 2 blocks to the 7-11, so I texted my love to CVK and went to bed.
To be continued...
JBK
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