These are separate incidents unfortunately, but that would have made for an epic night in New York. Now due to that bitch Hurricane Sandy, I delayed my birthday a couple of weeks to let everyone regroup. Power was fully restored within the City and all the subways were back in action. And all the while, Guy Work Friend and I had been conspiring to create an amazing joint party. It took us awhile to decide on a venue but finally we agreed that the Roach Bar would have everything we needed--cheap liquor and no pressure. We made a facebook event, invited all our friends and I even ordered a cas dress from Rent the Runway.
The night arrived and a group of us walked to Roach Bar and discovered a huge line outside with a bouncer. WTF. This was exactly what we wanted to avoid and we figured choosing a dive bar in the middle of Chinatown would do the trick. Not so. Touche New York. We regrouped and walked into the Lower East Side, which is another place I wanted to avoid on my birthday. We chose probably the chillest bar we could to avoid the LES crowds, grabbed a table in the corner and a party we made. Our friends arrived, we drank and it turned out to be pretty good. Pubs was there of course, and our secret romance was still secret to our coworkers. Because of this, and my drunkness and excitement from having visitors, I ended up ignoring him a little bit, though I did not mean to. Atl later informed me that he seemed to be off to the side, looking sad, for most of the party. Oops. I was busy tending to my guests, including High School, who arrived towards the end of the night, once we had all relocated to La Caverna next door (a crazy underground dance bar that looks like a cave). Pubs won out though and I of course chose to take him home with me, as was becoming standard at this point. After some late night burgers and a little bit of my drunken attitude, I bid my 26th year goodbye.
I was not leaving my old ways behind though, not just yet. The next weekend, Atl's friend, Charlotte, was in town, and there tended to be heavy drinking involved when she was around. We tried to keep it classy when the three of us headed to dinner in the West Village. We drank wine, ate our delish food, but soon grew antsy. These classy people weren't talking to us and we were getting bored. We needed something more. This came in the form of an invitation to a bar in Midtown, courtesy of one of Charlotte's bro coworkers. He was with a bunch of bro friends and this sounded perfect. So after some more wine we hopped in a cab and were on our way.
Upon arrival, we were disappointed in both the bar and the bros. We weren't expecting much from the bar, but the bros were not only ugly, but were also lame. So obviously we would need to drink more to get through this--that was the mature thing to do. Once I took a shot of well vodka, I had sealed my fate. I began conversing with one of the ugly bros and of course gave him my number when he asked. BUT--maybe times had changed. I had made arrangements with Pubs to meet up at some point in the night. Of course by this point he was already home, but I still wanted to see him. I told ugly bro to get me a cab. He may or may not have thought this cab was for us, but I informed him I was heading off to see someone in Astoria, leaving him annoyed on the curb as the cab pulled away. Once at Pubs' apartment, I apparently knocked him to the ground and then lay there with him for about 20 minutes just rambling. I then crawled into his bed and fell asleep fully-clothed.
I woke up in the morning and was all set to go to brunch. I sat up and immediately laid back down. There was no way I was going anywhere, including on the party bus to Medieval Times, which I had told Guy Work Friend I would do later that night. This was the most crippling hangover I had had in months. I ended up spending the day curled up in a greasy ball on Pubs' couch. I would occasionally crawl to the bathroom to barf, impressing him immensely. He was sympathetic and told me I was welcome to stay. He even went out and bought me a care package, which consisted of ginger ale, crackers and tampons. Because of his kindness, I stayed the next night, and he didn't even seem to mind. I felt like a complete waste of life the next day though, when we actually made it to brunch and I was wearing my going out clothes from Friday night. My abs may have looked great from the puking but I myself looked like a deranged hooker. And he still paid. What a sweetie. As for me--time to grow up!
