Friday night in New York City is amateur night. Everybody's out to let off steam from the week and what not, so it's not really a place I like being 'cos I
have trouble suffering fools. So I'll stay around the house, my girl will come by and we'll hang out, maybe drink a little brandy. But in the summer, at my brownstone, we'll go up on the roof, have a barbecue and wait
till midnight to see the Empire State Building shut off.Is Saturday gonna be a bigger one?
Yeah. My friend owns this place called Shine on Canal and West Broadway. There's a plaque at the table that the
band always sits at – it's kinda like Fun Lovin' Criminal Croner. So if someone's sitting there and I come in, then they've gotta get out because I've got a fuckin' plaque there, you know. Then, maybe later, to this new
place called Spa or to Loaders, a club that my friend Geoffrey own, in the meat-packing district.
Are you getting spruced up?
If I'm going out with my girl, it's usually to the Copacabana for salsa dancing,
so you gotta dress up nice. I'll throw a suit on. If I don't shave I don't shave – if you've got a $4,000 suit on they'll let you in. But if I'm just hanging out, I'll wear Dickies jeans and a white T-shirt and look
like Eninem's older cousin.
What are you drinking?
I go with the Irish whiskey and I like sipping a very good tequila. But I'm more of a beer guy (Huey's currently fronting the Miller Genuine Draft
campaign). Maybe my waistline'll show it in a couple of years, but I like the way I feel when I drink beer. If I drink too whiskey or too much tequila, I get ashamed of myself.
Any pulling tips?
Just try not
to stare at a girl's breasts when you talk to her. Vert few men can achieve this. Your eye muscles betray you, but just keep practising. Next time you're hungry, put like, a steak in front of you and don't look at it no
matter what you do. It's like training your dog when you put a biscuit on its nose and it won't take it. But dongs can learn tricks really easy – guy dogs can't.
Is it all back to yours after?
Well, you
know, I have a dog so I have to get home to take it walkies. That's one thing that's kept me honest over the years. But I'll probablt drag someone back to smoke some good Tunisian in my new hookah.
What about Sunday?
I'll sleep real late, then I'll jump in the Jacuzzi and read The Times. Then, in the evening, my girl'll wanna go out to dinner. Women like to east old-skool style. So we'll go to Leo's in
Manhattan that has a lounge too, so we'll eat dinner and maybe do a little dancing. Then it's time for bed…