AD was in town this weekend so that meant a reunion with Charlie Kelly and...Bawseton, which I had been anxiously awaiting. As a review, Bawseton was the crazy, yet hilarious drug-loving cute guy who had spent an innocent night in my bed over Deadmau5 weekend, a couple months before. We hadn't spoken much but I was excited to see what antics he and Charlie Kelly would get themselves into. The three of them were staying at a hotel near Murray Hill, because Charlie Kelly's apartment had suffered severe water damage as a result of inadequate repair men. I met them there and was informed by AD that Bawseton would be coming outside to let me in. We hugged and the first thing he said to me was:
"We were just reading your blog".
I paused and in disbelief asked "You were??"
"Yea, it's really well-written."
Mortified, I practically yelled "Oh god, you weren't supposed to see that!"
It turns out AD had wanted to show them a snippet from the entry "Deadmau5 Weekend Part 2", chronicling our ridiculous dubstep experience at Webster Hall. She brought it up on her phone but Bawseton snatched it away. We aren't sure how much he read, but he was likely not impressed with the way I had portrayed him (even though it's pretty accurate). So would Bawseton and I be extending our 16 hour romance? Def not.
Once in the hotel room, I was greeted by two more of Bawseton/Charlie Kelly's friends (one of whom turned out to be Lily Pulitzer's nephew), and a plethora of alcoholic bevs. I had come from a work happy hour, followed by more drinks with Russian Rocher, so needless to say the night escalated quickly. We were heading down to the Rusty Knot to meet up with more of their friends but once we arrived they were leaving. A group of us wandered around the West Village for what seemed like forever. I was getting grumpy and demanded that I needed to pee. They wanted to try and go to Little Branch (not going to happen with a group of 15 people, since the bar holds about that many people) so we ended up at one the guy's apartments. It turns out he was Charlie Kelly's drug dealer, so you know what was going on behind the closed doors. AD and I amused ourselves with dranks and petting the adorably fat dog, until it was decided that the original 4 of us would be heading down to Soho for one of Baweston's friends' bday parties.
We were having a hard time hailing a cab until Charlie Kelly coerced a limo driver into taking us. I hopped in and suddenly had a flashback to being in one with Ibanker and a couple of the other Croatia boys months ago (see Weekend 5). Just as before we took pics and yelled out the window to people until we reached our destination. Once inside the unmarked bar, Baweston disappeared, resurfaced a while later to buy me a drink, then spent the rest of the night talking to an ugly girl. AD and I stuck together and while standing at the bar, had a guy tell us to take shots with them. There were about 12 tequila shots lined up on the bar and they began to pass them to us. BAD idea. When will I learn my lesson? I took two and this is what did me in. We talked to these said boys (who were probably NYU sophomores) for a few minutes then headed to the dancefloor where we spent the rest of the night. Charlie Kelly came to join us and the three of us decided that we loved the poledancer on the platform next to us. We were also offended when the dj wouldn't, for some reason, play Loca People. I'm not sure how much time passed but I suddenly decided that I needed to leave and did so abruptly, barely saying goodbye to them. Once outside, I had no idea where I was and wandered around looking for the subway, getting increasingly pissed off. I decided to call AD (b/c someone at a crowded bar who doesn't live in NYC would be able to help me) and apparently left her a nasty voicemail with a follow-up text that I never wanted to hang out with the boys again. Now I was a little bit disappointed about Bawseton and that I was going home alone, but still no excuse to act like a belligerent child. I eventually made it to the subway and sat in what I was think was the Union Square station, on the stairs, waiting for my train. This was definitely not a night I should've been going home by myself, not in my state. A hipster wearing a fur Russian hat, moved in vulture-like and talked to me until his stop, forcing me to put his number in my phone. I then promptly fell asleep, miraculously waking up at my stop. HOT MESS.
The next afternoon I went to meet the three of them for brunch. Considering my state the night before, I was somehow doing ok, hangover-wise. Luckily, pretty much everyone else was at or below my level. AD could only eat bread, Charlie Kelly had made a loud, pre-puke noise when he took a sip of his bloody mary and Bawseton, well, had not stayed at their hotel. Mmmhmm. After brunch, the group split. AD and I headed into Chelsea for the American Apparel warehouse sale (where Baweston requested I purchase a "sick rompa") and then to 5th Ave to look at the ridic Christmas window displays. The boys had mysterious plans, but we were pretty sure it involved drinking and/or drugs. They were also going to a party at the Gansevoort Park that night, to which AD and I would not be attending. This fete was being thrown by a friend of Bawseton's--it was called the Dapper Party, and the $100 tickets were sold out. We were insanely jealous and also a bit pissed off that the boys had failed to tell us about it beforehand. AD understandably so, since she was in town to mostly visit Charlie Kelly. Luckily she had me, and I knew we could put together some plans for the night with Russian Rocher.
After our afternoon, AD and I headed back to the hotel (which I discovered was right next door to where I had had my awkward date with Lace over the summer, see Out with the Interns) to nap and shower. Halfway through my nap, the boys busted into the room, yelling and in possession of enough drugs to purchase a small Latin American country. Relaxation over. I put on my unitard I had purchased at the sale (instead of the sick romp) and pranced around the room, getting ready and singing along to Loca People. I helped Baweston choose a shirt/tie combo and the four of us fought for mirror space. The boys left before us, with Charlie Kelly apologizing profusely that we weren't coming with. AD and I dismissed this and left shortly after to head back to Greenwich Village to meet her old college roommates at 124 Old Rabbit Club. We had trouble finding the place but finally did, right before we froze to death. The two girls had been on a day-long bar crawl and had oddly, ended here. It was a tiny unmarked bar, basically in a basement and was slowly filling with hipsters, which was pissing me off. These girls were not at all hipster and lived on Long Island. They were both very nice and I was disappointed when a short while later they decided it was time to head home.
Now time to meet up with Russian Rocher and head to Yahtzee's. Two other girls were there, one of whom I had met, and then his roommate (not Deux luckily) and a couple of his friends walked in. I recognized the one from Yahtzee's bday party over the summer and from my bday party as well. He was a tall, skinny Vineyard Vines clad lad and we will call him, The Eagle. They joined up with us and we headed down the street to Solas. It was less than thrilling and after about 5 minutes, like a gift from the heavens, Yahtzee said that his coworker had a table at 1 Oak in Meatpacking. This club is famous and hard to get into so I basically pushed everyone out of the bar and into cabs.
Yahtzee was the last to meet us all there so we all chatted while we stood in line, freezing. Once he arrived though the bouncer lifted up the rope and we were all let in. This shit rarely happens to me so I was pretty excited. We were led right to a vip table filled with grey goose and champagne. I filled my glass up with champagne to the brim and then surveyed the scene--this club was filled with some of the most beautiful and ridiculous people I have ever seen. The uniform for girls seemed to be giant heels, a fur coat and a messy bun. I also spotted an older couple wearing matching white bell-bottoms and t-shirts with spray painted neon peace signs all over them. Everyone was smoking and at one point while we were trying to take a picture some guy stopped right in front of us and lit his cigarette with a candle on our table. There was a guy wearing Harry Potter glasses who somehow creeped into our group and introduced himself to me three separate times. Luckily he left me alone after he grew pissy when I asked if I could try on his glasses.
I spent a good deal of the evening talking to the Eagle. He was fairly interesting and his mannerisms reminded me of Ibanker's. Just what I need in my life. Of course I was drawn to him though and even remember thinking he was cute when I saw him at Yahtzee's party. One of the tables next to us had left, leaving 3 quarters of a bottle of grey goose. We debated trying to take some and apparently the Eagle even did when I had wandered away for a second and was promptly scolded by a bouncer who appeared out of nowhere. The booze was flowing and this is when things escalated. Suddenly the coworker, who Yahtzee had described as "the king of finance" and who was in reality hot and Irish, and the Harry Potter friend pulled AD and me up onto a platform to dance with them. I was having a hard time maintaining my balance in my platforms so I'm sure I made a phenomenal dance partner. This didn't stop the coworker from making out with me though, in full view of the Eagle. Keep in mind that the Eagle and I had made fun of a couple earlier in the night for PDAing and agreed that it was trashy. Oops. This did not last for too long though, because Harry Potter was getting grabby with AD and we were forced to run away from them. I didn't see the coworker again and the Eagle later approached me on the dancefloor to inform me he was leaving. I had probably effed things up with both guys, but at least AD and I had an awesome time. We stumbled out after last call and headed back to my apartment, AD in defiance of Charlie Kelly's bad behavior (he still hadn't called her to meet back up). We grabbed delish breakfast sandwiches and went to sleep as the sun was coming up. Now we could brag to the boys--guess it was us who had had the dapper night after all!
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Santa Con: A 15 Hour Bender
I had been looking forward to this day since November 1, since it was my other opportunity to wear a costume besides Halloween. Let me school you in what makes up Santa Con: it is basically a massive bar crawl where everyone involved is dressed as santa or another seasonal character. I had decided to be the grinch, which is very festive, for those of you that have seen the movie (the cartoon, not the creepy Jim Carey rendition). I had planned out an adorable costume, if I do say so myself. Green jeans and a green fleece with a giant sparkly red heart pinned to it. I put my two green pipe cleaners in my hair to mimic his grinch hair. But the icing on the cake was the little stuffed grinch backpack (worn by ravers and me in 7th grade) with his own little santa hat. And within the grinch backpack I had put a water bottle filled with vodka/cran. I was pumped and ready to go.
I met Russian Rocher in Union Square so we could subway down to the Financial District to catch up with the crawl. It had begun at 10AM and it was now about 1PM so we were getting a late start. This proved to be a bad decision for me since all the bros were drunk and were not too welcoming of my grinch costume. I was cursed at twice on our walk to the bar. Am I currently stealing your presents douche bags? No, I'm engaging in the festivities like everyone else. Stupid bros.We met Russian Rocher's group of friends where one of their drunk bro friends proceeded to swear at me. The joke was on him though because he was too drunk to realize I was now with them. One of the guys forced him to apologize and offer me a swig from his bottle of Wild Turkey. When amends were made we all drank more (as is the point of Santa Con) and I made friends with the two girls sitting next to us, one of which had the pluralized form of my name. Weird. One of our guys overheard this and proceeded to make fun of her. She obviously heard him and he then made up a story that his sister has the exact same name. Another narrowly avoided fight--time to head out.
I had been in contact with Prom for awhile and he was of course holed up in Beckett's so we headed there. Now Prom can be a surly one and tends to make a lot of asshole comments, though he usually behaves himself around me. Not this time. As soon as he found out Russian Rocher was Russian, he began to spout his self-proclaimed hatred of Russia, because no one was nice to him when he was in Moscow (probably because he made a lot of asshole comments). So shortly after we ditched him and headed out to try and catch up with the rest of the Santa Con crawl in Grand Central, a couple hours late. Trying to get a group of drunk people on the same page and heading in the right direction is quite a task so all of this took much longer than one would think. After getting turned around on the subway, we finally got on the correct train heading to Grand Central (4:30PM).
There were a few straggler santas on our car, and as soon as they saw my costume they burst into a drunken rendition of "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch". At first I was concerned that I was about to get jumped but then I realized that they were a group of harmless babies who were just trying to talk to us. They walked with us into Grand Central, all of them loudly demanding how I could have dressed up as the grinch on an occasion such as this. Obviously this was not at all threatening; one of them demanded that I cover my "baby" and threw a Pittsburgh Steelers towel over the grinch (who had lost his santa hat very early in the night). There were no other santas to be found in the train station so we all decided to head to a bar nearby (with babies in tow). Obviously we were getting some pretty strange looks from pedestrians and the Steelers towel baby kept yelling at them to "never mind the grinch, just ignore her, she sucks!". We chose our bar and the babies promptly bought us shots (turns out they worked in finance...of course).
Awhile later RR's two friends headed home but RR and I decided to stay with the finance babies, who had invited us to eat dinner with them, at the very classy Irish pub we were in. They ordered every appetizer off the menu, plus an entree for each of them. 6:30PM--Russian Rocher and I are involved in a very festive (and free) feast with the finance babies.
GF had been texting me--he did not participate in Santa Con but was now ready to begin his night. I invited him to meet up with us and we made the unanimous decision to head to Penny Farthing in the East Village. GF and I will never learn our lesson that sometimes the subway is just easier and tried for quite awhile to hail a cab, while I froze in my green fleece. We finally met up with Rocher and the babies but I was disappointed to find that the one with the towel must have thought GF was my boyfriend and wouldn't really talk to me. Or it could've been that he saw me give my number to a guy in the bathroom line, who told me that he thought my costume was the "wittiest Santa Con costume" he had seen. Absolutely correct. Unfortunately he turned out to be not so cool when I tried to show him: http://damnyouautocorrect.com/13603/the-25-funniest-autocorrects-of-dyacs-first-year/
and he didn't get the humor. I had sent another guy to nevercall land, just where he belonged.
At around 9PM, GF, Rocher and I decided that our night must continue but we needed an intermission. Rocher headed back to her apartment to nap and I forced GF back to the Shwick with me so I could change. Once in the apartment he took charge, probably because he wanted to leave asap, as his allergies to Baby Kitty were growing worse by the minute. He mixed us some drinks, put on some house music and selected my outfit for me. We were ready in record time and headed back into the East Village and to my fav, the 9th Ward at about 10:30PM. We drank Purple Haze and waited for Rocher to show, but after some unreturned texts we figured she was out for the count. I wanted to try a bar I had read about on St. Marks called International Bar, so we headed there. It turns out I had unknowingly led us to a hipster bar and GF was not pleased. He rallied though, and we sat at the bar drinking PBR. It was then that I noticed an attractive hipster sitting next to us. Yes, you read correctly, an attractive hipster. It was as elusive as a double rainbow or a clean subway car. I knew I had to take advantage, so when GF got up to go the bathroom I leaned over and very charmingly said "You're drinking Genny Cream Ale, what's wrong with you??". Luckily he responded sans tude and we delved into a lengthy conversation about books and how he also lived in the Shwick (surprise). It was then that I noticed GF sitting sulkily at the end of the bar. Apparently he had been sending me texts about leaving but I was too involved with hottie hipster to notice. Afraid that I was about to get ditched, I bid the hipster farewell but was disappointed when he didn't ask for my number. The hipster failed me! Annoyed I followed GF who announced that we were going to Hell's Kitchen so he could meet some men. He led us right back into Blazing Saddles, which was once again filled with (his words not mine) "fairies and bears". When none appeared to talk to him GF grew fed up and claimed he would never meet anyone with me around. I agreed that was the case for me as well and this is where we hastily parted ways. I'm not really sure how it happened but before I knew it I was walking towards the subway to head home at around 2AM.
Addendum: The next day I obviously felt like an absolute train wreck. I could barely walk and spent the whole day on the couch, with Grinchy next to me for company. I also ignored One Handed Stalkers two texts . Luckily he gave up but I'm sure this is not the last of him...
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Martin and Mason
It was my first weekend back after Thanksgiving and I was even more exhausted than I had been before the vacation. All that going out in Syracuse had been too much, not to mention a huge mistake. So I was easing back into the NYC lifestyle slowly. That Friday night I decided to forego partying and took up CB's offer to go to a free comedy show with her at the Gramercy Theatre. I hadn't seen any comedy yet in New York and it had been ages since I'd seen CB. She had plenty of updates for me--she had just returned from a Contiki Tour to Italy and had even bigger plans. She was going to be traveling to Thailand and Malaysia over New Years with an Aussie she had met on the Italy trip. I was wary of the Aussie, but also extremely jealous. And the real kicker was, she was going to be going to the infamous Full Moon party on NYE in Thailand. These are notoriously crazy and is something I need to do. It looked like perhaps I was being usurped for the title of International Party Girl....
Once inside the theatre, an attendant was assigned seating. This was a standup comedy show which was going to be taped and shown on Comedy Central. Pretty legit. Both CB and I were in shock when the woman led us to seats directly next to the stage, in the very front, in the line of multiple cameras. "You need to laugh a lot girls, you're going to be on tv" were her parting words. We were already laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. Luckily the comedian (Matt Braunger, who looked familiar to both us though we weren't able to place him) was actually funny and I only had to fake laugh a couple of times. Afterwards I headed home, early, which was unheard of for me, but I was in serious need of sleep.
Plus I needed to have some energy for the following night, which I had been looking forward to for awhile. GF and I were going to be seeing my fave dj, Martin Solveig. Unfortunately it was at Pacha, and I had purchased the tickets before the last Oakenfold/Pacha debacle. I probably would've reconsidered this decision had I known. But there was no turning back now and I was still really looking forward to seeing my Martin. I had the perfect shirt for the occasion (a tank top that said "HELLO" in neon letters) and I had even gone to American Apparel to purchase a sweatband. GF and I were meeting in Hell's Kitchen early to grab a drink before the show. Now Hell's Kitchen is apparently the new Chelsea, meaning it is the new gay mecca. Perfect for GF, and he knew the gayest place of all. It was a bar called Blazing Saddles, which essentially meant it was a gay Coyote Ugly. They had shirtless bartenders wearing cowboy hats dancing on the bar to country music. It was fillllled with gay guys and I was literally the only girl there, besides a pack of lesbians in the corner. When one of the gay cowboys was doing his dance routine on the bar, he tapped me lightly on the head, which I took to mean "Girl, wtf are doing here??". Despite what was going on around us, GF and I sat at the bar and had a fairly serious conversation, considering. I was spilling my worries to him about Mason. We hadn't texted at all during Thanksgiving and I hadn't seen him since our awkward dinner. Now he had been away for Thanksgiving and was moving into a new apartment, so I knew he was busy, but I was still worried. GF basically had to talk me down from the ledge once again, or at least help to eradicate the stories I was constructing in my head.
Interjection: Not long after this, Mason and I started up again. He invited me over to see his new place in Spanish Harlem, which was surprisingly nice. Our following dates included: going down the giant slide at the New Museum and seeing a ridic hipster band called "the Half Faggots" in Williamsburg--the hipsters were so hipsterish that they looked like they had special needs and they glared at us as we stood drinking our PBR (apparently that is out and Tecate is in).We were having fun together, though I would go through periods where I wasn't sure that I even liked him, fueled by the fact that we didn't really text, which was a stark contrast to Ibanker and I (we texted all the time). So who knows what will happen with Mason and I, though I feel like at this point, if we wanted to date, we would be. My pessimism for guys doesn't help either and I can't help wondering what fun surprise Mason will have in store for me. And I don't even try to calculate the condom count.....
Once inside the theatre, an attendant was assigned seating. This was a standup comedy show which was going to be taped and shown on Comedy Central. Pretty legit. Both CB and I were in shock when the woman led us to seats directly next to the stage, in the very front, in the line of multiple cameras. "You need to laugh a lot girls, you're going to be on tv" were her parting words. We were already laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. Luckily the comedian (Matt Braunger, who looked familiar to both us though we weren't able to place him) was actually funny and I only had to fake laugh a couple of times. Afterwards I headed home, early, which was unheard of for me, but I was in serious need of sleep.
Plus I needed to have some energy for the following night, which I had been looking forward to for awhile. GF and I were going to be seeing my fave dj, Martin Solveig. Unfortunately it was at Pacha, and I had purchased the tickets before the last Oakenfold/Pacha debacle. I probably would've reconsidered this decision had I known. But there was no turning back now and I was still really looking forward to seeing my Martin. I had the perfect shirt for the occasion (a tank top that said "HELLO" in neon letters) and I had even gone to American Apparel to purchase a sweatband. GF and I were meeting in Hell's Kitchen early to grab a drink before the show. Now Hell's Kitchen is apparently the new Chelsea, meaning it is the new gay mecca. Perfect for GF, and he knew the gayest place of all. It was a bar called Blazing Saddles, which essentially meant it was a gay Coyote Ugly. They had shirtless bartenders wearing cowboy hats dancing on the bar to country music. It was fillllled with gay guys and I was literally the only girl there, besides a pack of lesbians in the corner. When one of the gay cowboys was doing his dance routine on the bar, he tapped me lightly on the head, which I took to mean "Girl, wtf are doing here??". Despite what was going on around us, GF and I sat at the bar and had a fairly serious conversation, considering. I was spilling my worries to him about Mason. We hadn't texted at all during Thanksgiving and I hadn't seen him since our awkward dinner. Now he had been away for Thanksgiving and was moving into a new apartment, so I knew he was busy, but I was still worried. GF basically had to talk me down from the ledge once again, or at least help to eradicate the stories I was constructing in my head.
Interjection: Not long after this, Mason and I started up again. He invited me over to see his new place in Spanish Harlem, which was surprisingly nice. Our following dates included: going down the giant slide at the New Museum and seeing a ridic hipster band called "the Half Faggots" in Williamsburg--the hipsters were so hipsterish that they looked like they had special needs and they glared at us as we stood drinking our PBR (apparently that is out and Tecate is in).We were having fun together, though I would go through periods where I wasn't sure that I even liked him, fueled by the fact that we didn't really text, which was a stark contrast to Ibanker and I (we texted all the time). So who knows what will happen with Mason and I, though I feel like at this point, if we wanted to date, we would be. My pessimism for guys doesn't help either and I can't help wondering what fun surprise Mason will have in store for me. And I don't even try to calculate the condom count.....
"Oui, join us on tour s'il vous plait!"
After Blazing Saddles, GF and I went from one extreme to the other. Pacha was filled to the brim with bros, bros and more disgusting bros. I wanted to be right up front of course so we pushed our way, with much difficulty, towards the booth. Hardwell was opening and though he was really good, I was eager to see Martin and then get the f out of the crowd. It was hellacious--GF and I spent the next 2 and a half hours pressed up against sweaty, jumping 22 year old bros with no crowd etiquette. GF basically had to hold me up, as the crowd kept swaying and I would've been trampled immediately. I couldn't help thinking that the club was definitely over capacity and if something happened (a fire, etc) we would have no chance. I did enjoy Martin immensely when he finally came on, thought I was upset that Lafaille wasn't with him and that he couldn't see my shirt. I had of course had daydreams of meeting them both and them asking me to join their tour, making my International Party Girl dreams come true! This dream was crushed at the same time as my foot, when a massive bro jumped directly on it. I screamed and GF decided then and there that he had had enough. We left, with him supporting me as I limped. We slowly walked to get a snack and we must've looked like we had just come out of battle. We were soaked in sweat and I could barely walk. My foot was swollen and had an indentation in it. Just outrageous. It was worth it to see Martin but I have since pledged to never set (swollen) foot in Pacha aka the worst club in New York ever again.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
An Excessive Thanksgiving Vaca
I had spent nearly every Thanksgiving of my life in the Cuse and this one was to be no different. I had grand plans to squeeze in seeing everyone I could, when I was not shoving my face with delish Thanksgiving staples (I would eat cranberry sauce directly out of the can if given the option). I dipped out of work early and headed to the dreaded Port Authority (we meet again) to catch my bus. The line was almost as bad as it had been on my escape from the hurricane over the summer but lucky for me I spotted a family friend's son a ways ahead of me in line, so I casually joined him. Good move because the cutoff for the bus stopped right in front of my original place in line. The bus was jam-packed which made for a delightful 5 hour trip. Luckily the traffic wasn't heavy and I made it back even earlier than I expected. Perfect for my plan to go out for what was once my favorite holiday--the night before Thanksgiving. A huge bar night in Syracuse. It is so crowded that it actually feels like a real city and I always make sure I look real good for the inevitable run ins with terrible people from high school, just so they are are aware that yes, I have done better than them.
Mairey came to pick me up and we headed to the Tusk, where we sat in a corner and caught up, mainly on boy troubles. Her ibanker-equivalent had just broken things off with her and my frustration with the Mason situation was at an all-time high. Perhaps this wasn't the best convo to be having while drinking as my mood took a turn for the worst, as it sometimes does in Syracuse. Mairey had one of her guy friends meet us out and he was accompanied by one of his guy friends. To them this clearly meant we were now on a double-date and they followed us to Al's and even to get pizza afterwards. I did not want to be talking to either of these guys, especially the friend's friend, who was so tall he resembled the giant from the Princess Bride. I was unfriendly to say the least, and may at one point have wandered away mid-convo with the giant. High School had been texting me (not one of the horrible people) and he was downtown as well. To my surprise he came to meet me at Al's and momentarily saved me from the monotony of false dates. Though perhaps he was under the same impression, because at one point he put his arm around me (his girlfriend was clearly not in town). Despite this, I enjoyed hanging out with him and was happy he showed up. He helped improve what may be my worst night before Thanksgiving to date, and will likely be my last.
The next day after sleeping til noon and scrubbing the Uncle Fester-like make up stains from under my eyes, I was surprisingly not that hungover. This was a vast improvement from a few years prior, when I had to puke in the trashcan in my room while blasting the first song on my ipod (ABBA- Dancing Queen) to try and cover up the sounds. My whole family showed up at 2:30pm while I was sitting at the kitchen table in my bathrobe trying to force down dry toast. Happy Thanksgiving everyone. This year consisted of a much more chipper me, happily inhaling all the joys a Thanksgiving meal has to offer, while my family made jokes about my French Canadian Grandmother's pastries, whose name translates to "nun's farts" in English. Afterwards I was too lethargic to do anything for hours, and decided to make this my one night to stay in.
The next night I was scheduled to go out with Hassy so I knew this would be a rough one. We headed to the main bar on Tipp Hill, to get a break from downtown. It was filled with kids from our high school who were roughly 2-4 years younger than us, including High School himself. I had been informed of this ahead of time, of course, and spent the majority of our time there speaking with him. When he introduced me to his roommate, his response was "Oh, I've heard a lot about you!". So based on the past couple incidents I think it is a safe assumption that though I think High School is cool, he is kind of a sleazebag for trying to cheat on his girlfriend with me, and who knows who else. But will this stop me from hanging out with him, out of sheer curiosity of what will develop? Probably not.
Hassy and I decided to head back downtown after awhile, and High School did not accompany us, as originally planned, which was probably for the best. She met some of her friends at a bar which I hate, that reeked of vomit, so I headed across the street to Al's where I had arranged for another past Cuse boy to meet up with me--Summer Boo. We sat at the bar and caught up and somehow the topic came onto dating, which it somehow always does with us. After a few drinks he made this mistake of asking me what ever happened with "the guy who had invited me to the Hamptons" which resulted in an angry tirade spouting out of my mouth. My head may have even spun around. His response--"Whoa. Sorry." Sorry you asked, indeed, Summer Boo. After my meeting with him, I met back up with Hassy and we headed back to her house where I devoured an entire frozen pizza in front of the tv.
I had no set plans for my final night in Cuse and was almost relieved when it looked like nothing would develop. But after a quick text from Summer Boo informing him of this, he changed that plan. He said that he knew some people out and would come pick me up. Though I was tired and didn't really feel like venturing back out, I agreed and the two of us headed back downtown. We went right back to Al's and performed a reenactment of the night before. We sat at the bar chatting and this time I let it spill about Coffee, whom had been texting me about meeting up over Thanksgiving for the past three weeks. I had no desire to see him, as he had become a bit pushy and I realized I was in too deep. Huuuge mistake for drunkenly making out with him on my previous Cuse trip. I had successfully avoided him and deterred his texts up until now but I was worried about seeing him out, since his apartment was right around the corner. I had told him I was going to be out with high school friends and I certainly didn't want him showing up, especially since I was just out with one other guy. Luckily though he must have finally picked up on my elusive texts and I didn't hear from him again until last call, when he invited me up to his apartment for snacks. He remembered the snack trick from last time but I wasn't falling for it this time, especially since he had basically just admitted he just wanted to make out with me again. No way buddy. Instead I accompanied Summer Boo on his drive back to drop his drunk friend off at home. We then grabbed snacks at a calzone place back downtown, where we sat watching the Syracuse trash file in. Chin straps galore. On the walk back to the car there was a massive fight in the parking lot. We were both disgusted at this point and it was then that I decided I would no longer be going out in Syracuse. Enough is enough, I am just too old.
Mairey came to pick me up and we headed to the Tusk, where we sat in a corner and caught up, mainly on boy troubles. Her ibanker-equivalent had just broken things off with her and my frustration with the Mason situation was at an all-time high. Perhaps this wasn't the best convo to be having while drinking as my mood took a turn for the worst, as it sometimes does in Syracuse. Mairey had one of her guy friends meet us out and he was accompanied by one of his guy friends. To them this clearly meant we were now on a double-date and they followed us to Al's and even to get pizza afterwards. I did not want to be talking to either of these guys, especially the friend's friend, who was so tall he resembled the giant from the Princess Bride. I was unfriendly to say the least, and may at one point have wandered away mid-convo with the giant. High School had been texting me (not one of the horrible people) and he was downtown as well. To my surprise he came to meet me at Al's and momentarily saved me from the monotony of false dates. Though perhaps he was under the same impression, because at one point he put his arm around me (his girlfriend was clearly not in town). Despite this, I enjoyed hanging out with him and was happy he showed up. He helped improve what may be my worst night before Thanksgiving to date, and will likely be my last.
The next day after sleeping til noon and scrubbing the Uncle Fester-like make up stains from under my eyes, I was surprisingly not that hungover. This was a vast improvement from a few years prior, when I had to puke in the trashcan in my room while blasting the first song on my ipod (ABBA- Dancing Queen) to try and cover up the sounds. My whole family showed up at 2:30pm while I was sitting at the kitchen table in my bathrobe trying to force down dry toast. Happy Thanksgiving everyone. This year consisted of a much more chipper me, happily inhaling all the joys a Thanksgiving meal has to offer, while my family made jokes about my French Canadian Grandmother's pastries, whose name translates to "nun's farts" in English. Afterwards I was too lethargic to do anything for hours, and decided to make this my one night to stay in.
The next night I was scheduled to go out with Hassy so I knew this would be a rough one. We headed to the main bar on Tipp Hill, to get a break from downtown. It was filled with kids from our high school who were roughly 2-4 years younger than us, including High School himself. I had been informed of this ahead of time, of course, and spent the majority of our time there speaking with him. When he introduced me to his roommate, his response was "Oh, I've heard a lot about you!". So based on the past couple incidents I think it is a safe assumption that though I think High School is cool, he is kind of a sleazebag for trying to cheat on his girlfriend with me, and who knows who else. But will this stop me from hanging out with him, out of sheer curiosity of what will develop? Probably not.
Hassy and I decided to head back downtown after awhile, and High School did not accompany us, as originally planned, which was probably for the best. She met some of her friends at a bar which I hate, that reeked of vomit, so I headed across the street to Al's where I had arranged for another past Cuse boy to meet up with me--Summer Boo. We sat at the bar and caught up and somehow the topic came onto dating, which it somehow always does with us. After a few drinks he made this mistake of asking me what ever happened with "the guy who had invited me to the Hamptons" which resulted in an angry tirade spouting out of my mouth. My head may have even spun around. His response--"Whoa. Sorry." Sorry you asked, indeed, Summer Boo. After my meeting with him, I met back up with Hassy and we headed back to her house where I devoured an entire frozen pizza in front of the tv.
I had no set plans for my final night in Cuse and was almost relieved when it looked like nothing would develop. But after a quick text from Summer Boo informing him of this, he changed that plan. He said that he knew some people out and would come pick me up. Though I was tired and didn't really feel like venturing back out, I agreed and the two of us headed back downtown. We went right back to Al's and performed a reenactment of the night before. We sat at the bar chatting and this time I let it spill about Coffee, whom had been texting me about meeting up over Thanksgiving for the past three weeks. I had no desire to see him, as he had become a bit pushy and I realized I was in too deep. Huuuge mistake for drunkenly making out with him on my previous Cuse trip. I had successfully avoided him and deterred his texts up until now but I was worried about seeing him out, since his apartment was right around the corner. I had told him I was going to be out with high school friends and I certainly didn't want him showing up, especially since I was just out with one other guy. Luckily though he must have finally picked up on my elusive texts and I didn't hear from him again until last call, when he invited me up to his apartment for snacks. He remembered the snack trick from last time but I wasn't falling for it this time, especially since he had basically just admitted he just wanted to make out with me again. No way buddy. Instead I accompanied Summer Boo on his drive back to drop his drunk friend off at home. We then grabbed snacks at a calzone place back downtown, where we sat watching the Syracuse trash file in. Chin straps galore. On the walk back to the car there was a massive fight in the parking lot. We were both disgusted at this point and it was then that I decided I would no longer be going out in Syracuse. Enough is enough, I am just too old.
German Invasion
This weekend the German I had met at Sticky Rice in DC over the summer was scheduled to visit NYC. I was fine with this, until he asked if he could stay at my place. I had mentioned that if he couldn't find a hostel he could sleep on our short couch, of course not really meaning it. But being the pushover that I am, I agreed when he actually asked. I immediately had major qualms, considering I barely knew this guy and even considered making up a story about why he couldn't stay. But surprisingly when I spoke with my mother about it, she told me that I should let him stay, since I already told him he could and I knew how hard it could be to live in a foreign country. Feeling guilty, I begrudgingly agreed to host him at what was now my Brooklyn Bed and Breakfast.
German was scheduled to get in around 9 on a Friday night so I figured that gave me time to meet JM and her coworkers in the Financial District for some happy hour drinks. At least I could take the edge off, since I really had no idea of German's intentions while staying with me.
I met them at Ulysses, which was filled with hot guys, and was sulky when they decided to leave and head to another bar. We settled in and I looked around at the cast of characters which would make up my evening. JM, of course, a girl originally from Bed Stuy with a matching attitude, a guy who looked like he played A LOT of Magic the Gathering, a semi cute guy, and his friend, who was a lawyer who reminded me a lot of my own law school hookup, and not in a good way. I sighed and took the free beer which was handed to me. Luckily the lawyer stepped it up and bought us a couple free rounds of shots, since I could tell he had his eye on JM.
Before I knew it it was time to head uptown to meet the German. I said that I would meet them all later, since I did not want to be out with this guy alone. Once retrieved, it was not as bad as I thought it was going to be. The German could carry on a good conversation and didn't even seem to mind when I distractedly got on the wrong train and we had to run off at the last minute. He didn't seem too disgusted by the Shwick as well and even gave me a little Thank You present of some Lindt Christmas chocolates (I immediately put the little santa hat that adorned it on the cat and cracked up like a crazy person).
We left shortly after to meet JM and crew in Williamsburg for a party they had decided on. We got off at the Lorimer stop and somehow located were they were, which was outside on a corner. The Lawyer was missing and I couldn't really tell what had happened to the party, or if there had ever been one. Everyone was pretty wasted, especially the semi cute guy, so German and I had a lot of catching up to do. We took turns drinking the beer we had bought (very discreet in the brown paper bag) and corralled everyone to Union Pool. There was a short line out front and when a hipster saw us approaching he actually said that JM and I were too tall and too pretty to be going to this bar. I decided to play it up and went right to the front and walked in. It was filled to the brim with hipsters but still a cool place, with a huge backyard which contained a giant fire pit and multiple food carts. It was too cold to be out there though so we claimed a spot by the entrance. The girl from Bed Stuy suddenly ran up to a girl wearing a fur jacket claiming she wanted to pet it. I turned to the German and we agreed these people were far more wasted than either of us. Right at this moment the semi cute guy (the most wasted of them all) was yelling "Yea girl...YEA GIRL!" right in the face of a terrified-looking girl walking in. Suddenly the Lawyer appeared out of nowhere and things escalated even more. He bought a round of shots of Jack Daniels (wtf) which we all later agreed did us in. He also had a girl with him who he introduced as his girlfriend to me and as his friend to JM. He also kept telling the German, "welcome to America"...very douche bag-like. The semi cute/wasted/yelling guy had disappeared for the night so we decided to head to another bar, Pete's Candy Store, which isn't nearly as cool as it sounds. On the way out we ran into the one-handed kid. (As a refresher, he is the one who met us out the night JM and I had to run from the Russians and who we randomly ran into the night we had to run from the Aussies). Luckily we didn't have to run from anyone this night, but we did have a stupid hipster girl give us major attitude when we asked for directions to the bar. Once there the Lawyer had somehow deposited his "friend" along the way and was giving JM the lookover. One-handed Stalker was busy chatting with some other girls, so I figured this was our chance. Claiming I felt like I was going to throw up, I gathered the German and JM and we separated ourselves. The three of us headed back to the Shwick and got delish breakfast sandwiches from the organic store. JM was staying the night and the German was going to be sleeping on his air mattress in the living room. Except that he had supposedly forgot one of the pieces to inflate it....this did not change the fact that the German was going to be sleeping on his air mattress in the living room. I threw an extra blanket on the floor and demonstrated that it wasn't that uncomfortable. Sobriety hit me at that moment I was rolling around on the ground and I realized I was probably flashing my butt to the two of them. I awkwardly stood and quickly went to bed.
JM left early the next morning and the cat kept the German company by sitting on the couch and staring at him the whole morning. His comment: "yes, she is watching me" (in a German accent).I wasn't sure what the hell the two of us were going to do for the day but luckily he liked my suggestion of the Central Park Zoo. I love zoos and was delighted when we were able to see a giant polar bear walking around and sea lions making sea lion noises on top of their rocks. Afterwards we stuffed our faces with Chipotle and then vetoed the idea of going to the Top of the Rock, once we found out it was $25.
Luckily Russian Rocher had plans in store for us--she was meeting up with some friends doing a bar crawl. Not really knowing what else to do and wanting to escape the cold, I said we would meet her in Soho. Of course it turned out to be at Spring Lounge, which was Ibanker's bar of choice. Slightly terrified that I would see him, I decided I needed to man up and we headed inside anyway. He was nowhere to be found, but that did not stop me from nervously checking over my shoulder the entire time. After, though, I was pretty proud of myself for facing my fear. The next stop on the bar crawl was right down the street, and the three of us stood chatting with one of the bar crawl members, who was a complete dork. I was getting tired and grumpy at this point so I said I was going home to nap and we would meet them out later. I'm sure they were skeptical but it was imperative that we went out that night (awkward night in with the German? nope!) so I kept my light on while I napped and set two alarms. I then corralled him back into the city where we re-met Russian Rocher and the dorky guy at Penny Farthing. The crowd was filled with NYU freshmen but we still managed to have a decent time. I also spotted one of Mason's friends in the corner, but couldn't remember his name, so I decided to use that as my excuse to avoid an awkward convo. Our next stop was the Ninth Ward, which is probs my new fav bar. While there we called Please Don't Tell on the off-chance they had a table available. The hostess bitchily informed us there was not, but we decided to check in person. And what a good decision because as soon as the phone booth opened she led us right over to a table for all of us. I was pleased and very excited to order their delish tater tots. Russian Rocher spotted one of her coworkers and her date walking in so they ended up sitting with us as well. The date was seriously one of the most attractive men I've seen (and also turned out to be a male model) and I felt like a complete creeper b/c I know I kept staring at him the whole night. Our table jovially closed out the place and good thing, because at that point I was exhausted.
The next morning the German left early and I was surprised to have the day to myself. I took care of some errands around the apartment before I grew restless. I decided to head to Port Authority to change my bus ticket home for Thanksgiving (the next weekend). This is also close to Mason's apartment--killing two birds with one stone. After informing him I was in the area, we walked to go get food and ended up at Empanada Mama. I was a little dismayed at this choice, and also at the fact that our conversation was strained. I suppose it didn't help that the table next to us contained two yelling pieces of NYC white trash. Things did not improve throughout dinner, nor at the end when we split the bill and went our separate ways. Things did not look good at this point, and I left for Thanksgiving worried that this could be the end of our romance.....
German was scheduled to get in around 9 on a Friday night so I figured that gave me time to meet JM and her coworkers in the Financial District for some happy hour drinks. At least I could take the edge off, since I really had no idea of German's intentions while staying with me.
I met them at Ulysses, which was filled with hot guys, and was sulky when they decided to leave and head to another bar. We settled in and I looked around at the cast of characters which would make up my evening. JM, of course, a girl originally from Bed Stuy with a matching attitude, a guy who looked like he played A LOT of Magic the Gathering, a semi cute guy, and his friend, who was a lawyer who reminded me a lot of my own law school hookup, and not in a good way. I sighed and took the free beer which was handed to me. Luckily the lawyer stepped it up and bought us a couple free rounds of shots, since I could tell he had his eye on JM.
Before I knew it it was time to head uptown to meet the German. I said that I would meet them all later, since I did not want to be out with this guy alone. Once retrieved, it was not as bad as I thought it was going to be. The German could carry on a good conversation and didn't even seem to mind when I distractedly got on the wrong train and we had to run off at the last minute. He didn't seem too disgusted by the Shwick as well and even gave me a little Thank You present of some Lindt Christmas chocolates (I immediately put the little santa hat that adorned it on the cat and cracked up like a crazy person).
We left shortly after to meet JM and crew in Williamsburg for a party they had decided on. We got off at the Lorimer stop and somehow located were they were, which was outside on a corner. The Lawyer was missing and I couldn't really tell what had happened to the party, or if there had ever been one. Everyone was pretty wasted, especially the semi cute guy, so German and I had a lot of catching up to do. We took turns drinking the beer we had bought (very discreet in the brown paper bag) and corralled everyone to Union Pool. There was a short line out front and when a hipster saw us approaching he actually said that JM and I were too tall and too pretty to be going to this bar. I decided to play it up and went right to the front and walked in. It was filled to the brim with hipsters but still a cool place, with a huge backyard which contained a giant fire pit and multiple food carts. It was too cold to be out there though so we claimed a spot by the entrance. The girl from Bed Stuy suddenly ran up to a girl wearing a fur jacket claiming she wanted to pet it. I turned to the German and we agreed these people were far more wasted than either of us. Right at this moment the semi cute guy (the most wasted of them all) was yelling "Yea girl...YEA GIRL!" right in the face of a terrified-looking girl walking in. Suddenly the Lawyer appeared out of nowhere and things escalated even more. He bought a round of shots of Jack Daniels (wtf) which we all later agreed did us in. He also had a girl with him who he introduced as his girlfriend to me and as his friend to JM. He also kept telling the German, "welcome to America"...very douche bag-like. The semi cute/wasted/yelling guy had disappeared for the night so we decided to head to another bar, Pete's Candy Store, which isn't nearly as cool as it sounds. On the way out we ran into the one-handed kid. (As a refresher, he is the one who met us out the night JM and I had to run from the Russians and who we randomly ran into the night we had to run from the Aussies). Luckily we didn't have to run from anyone this night, but we did have a stupid hipster girl give us major attitude when we asked for directions to the bar. Once there the Lawyer had somehow deposited his "friend" along the way and was giving JM the lookover. One-handed Stalker was busy chatting with some other girls, so I figured this was our chance. Claiming I felt like I was going to throw up, I gathered the German and JM and we separated ourselves. The three of us headed back to the Shwick and got delish breakfast sandwiches from the organic store. JM was staying the night and the German was going to be sleeping on his air mattress in the living room. Except that he had supposedly forgot one of the pieces to inflate it....this did not change the fact that the German was going to be sleeping on his air mattress in the living room. I threw an extra blanket on the floor and demonstrated that it wasn't that uncomfortable. Sobriety hit me at that moment I was rolling around on the ground and I realized I was probably flashing my butt to the two of them. I awkwardly stood and quickly went to bed.
JM left early the next morning and the cat kept the German company by sitting on the couch and staring at him the whole morning. His comment: "yes, she is watching me" (in a German accent).I wasn't sure what the hell the two of us were going to do for the day but luckily he liked my suggestion of the Central Park Zoo. I love zoos and was delighted when we were able to see a giant polar bear walking around and sea lions making sea lion noises on top of their rocks. Afterwards we stuffed our faces with Chipotle and then vetoed the idea of going to the Top of the Rock, once we found out it was $25.
Luckily Russian Rocher had plans in store for us--she was meeting up with some friends doing a bar crawl. Not really knowing what else to do and wanting to escape the cold, I said we would meet her in Soho. Of course it turned out to be at Spring Lounge, which was Ibanker's bar of choice. Slightly terrified that I would see him, I decided I needed to man up and we headed inside anyway. He was nowhere to be found, but that did not stop me from nervously checking over my shoulder the entire time. After, though, I was pretty proud of myself for facing my fear. The next stop on the bar crawl was right down the street, and the three of us stood chatting with one of the bar crawl members, who was a complete dork. I was getting tired and grumpy at this point so I said I was going home to nap and we would meet them out later. I'm sure they were skeptical but it was imperative that we went out that night (awkward night in with the German? nope!) so I kept my light on while I napped and set two alarms. I then corralled him back into the city where we re-met Russian Rocher and the dorky guy at Penny Farthing. The crowd was filled with NYU freshmen but we still managed to have a decent time. I also spotted one of Mason's friends in the corner, but couldn't remember his name, so I decided to use that as my excuse to avoid an awkward convo. Our next stop was the Ninth Ward, which is probs my new fav bar. While there we called Please Don't Tell on the off-chance they had a table available. The hostess bitchily informed us there was not, but we decided to check in person. And what a good decision because as soon as the phone booth opened she led us right over to a table for all of us. I was pleased and very excited to order their delish tater tots. Russian Rocher spotted one of her coworkers and her date walking in so they ended up sitting with us as well. The date was seriously one of the most attractive men I've seen (and also turned out to be a male model) and I felt like a complete creeper b/c I know I kept staring at him the whole night. Our table jovially closed out the place and good thing, because at that point I was exhausted.
The next morning the German left early and I was surprised to have the day to myself. I took care of some errands around the apartment before I grew restless. I decided to head to Port Authority to change my bus ticket home for Thanksgiving (the next weekend). This is also close to Mason's apartment--killing two birds with one stone. After informing him I was in the area, we walked to go get food and ended up at Empanada Mama. I was a little dismayed at this choice, and also at the fact that our conversation was strained. I suppose it didn't help that the table next to us contained two yelling pieces of NYC white trash. Things did not improve throughout dinner, nor at the end when we split the bill and went our separate ways. Things did not look good at this point, and I left for Thanksgiving worried that this could be the end of our romance.....
Monday, December 12, 2011
Boys will be boys
Things got interesting with the boys in the week after my birthday. Deux had really been putting in quite an effort. Texting daily, and even calling me just to chat. However, I was not sure how I felt about him, so I chose to never actually take these calls. I was put off by him--his red hair and goofiness and felt that something was not right. Not to mention the fact of getting involved again with one of Yahtzee's friends. I did not want to be that girl. I did agree to let him take me out to dinner when he extended the invitation though--just to really be sure. I already knew that these finance guys could get under your skin if you hung out with them long enough so I was cautious. We went to dinner at a decent Thai place near his apartment, of course. This was followed by drinks at the 13th Step, a less than favorable date spot. I was now officially a Tuesday night cheap date. Despite all this I, for reasons unbeknownst to me, did stay the night. And what a bad idea that was. Or maybe good, as it made me realize that my qualms were for a reason. Deux turned out to be extremely pushy, if you get my drift. I informed him multiple times that what he wanted would not be happening, yet he still kept trying, even waking me in the middle of the night when my guard was down. I was not pleased with his midnight rape attempt, and decided that there was no way we were going out again. Except I left my glasses case at his apartment, like an idiot. To be continued.....
Fast forward to the weekend. I had bought tickets to see MGMT perform at the museum where I work and invited Mason to come with me as my date. Of course it turned out to be one of the worst concerts I had ever seen. They played for abour 45 minutes, failing to play any songs we knew, or even any with lyrics. The PR for the event had been terrible; the fact that this was going to be an artsy set inspired by the new exhibit and not an actual concert had not been made clear. Mason and I weren't sure what to think afterwards. This and the fact that I was going through the worst PMS of my life exacerbated the situation (Mason didn't want to go out) and we actually got in a minor tiff. It was cleared up on the subway ride downtown and then things were fine again. But the fact that this happened so early on concerned me.
The next day I headed back to the museum to meet Russian Rocher to actually go see the new exhibit. This was followed by dessert at the Neue Galerie's cafe and seeing a movie in Union Square. After her friend met us and we headed to the Pourhouse for dinner. I was thinking that it was nice to be hanging out with girls for once and I filled them in on what happened with Deux. After my story, the friend mentioned that she has seen Deux with a lot of different girls, which disgusted me. No time for that though as we had to get our plans in order for the night. A guy I knew from Cuse had recently moved to NYC and was a club promoter. He was constantly texting me to go out to parties in Meatpacking but I had never been able to find a girl friend to go with. Until now. I was a bit intimidated by his texts stating that we needed to tall, skinny and in heels. Typical. We decided to give it a try anyway though and headed to another bar in the East Village before heading over there. To our surprise, Yahtzee came and met us out. Luckily nothing was said of Deux and I was relieved that maybe Yahtzee didn't even know what was going on. Two other Croatia boys joined us, one of whom I hadn't seen since originally meeting them. He was clearly not aware of things with Ibanker and I going sour, so of course asked if I had talked to him lately. I responded with a quick no. And I'm sure a dark cloud passed over my face when he then proceeded to ask if I had gone to the Hamptons with him. I said that I was supposed to go but didn't make and his response that the whole group seemed a little too into it honestly made my night. We separated from them a short time after and headed to RdV. Luckily we had no problems getting in though I thought there was nothing special about the club. They played some house music though and I drank for free so that's always a plus. We stayed for awhile and danced our faces off until deciding to head elsewhere. And on our way out who did we run into but Deux, flanked by two Asian girls. He apparently knows the promoter as well though I still don't know if he knew I was at the club. Yahtzee stopped to tell him we were heading out and I stood next to him silently, partially disgusted and partially amused. Deux said he and his harem were going to head in, and relieved that they wouldnt be coming with us, I enthusiastically nodded my head in agreement.
I was pleased that I apparently wouldn't have to have an awkward chat with Deux about not seeing each other anymore. But what to do about my glasses case? I texted him the next afternoon and said that I would be stopping by their apartment to pick it up and if he could leave it out. He responded simply with "k". When I arrived a few hours later the case was out on the coffee table. The light in his room was on but he did not come out. He mustve known I was there since I was chatting with Yahtzee. This guy was a first rate douche bag. Pleased that I had taken care of this pesky errand I headed down to the 9th Ward to meet up with High School and drown my sorrows in some Purple Haze. It had been awhile since I had seen him, and I knew that he was still with his girlfriend, who was now also living in New York (facebook is creepy). He had still never metioned her to me and he did not this time as well. He had a good time, as usual, and even went to Criff Dog afterwards (note he did not buy my hotdog nor did I have anything to do with his "hot dog").
To wrap up Deux. He sent me a text a few days later asking how my week was, which I ignored. He then over the next couple of weeks, sent me a Happy Thanksgiving text, an invitation to their NYE party, an inquiry of my plans one weekend night and finally an invitation to go Christmas shopping with him that day. Enough is enough. Apparently I was going to have the conversation with him. I laid it out on the table, and was honest--he was too pushy and I didn't want things to be awkward with Yahtzee. I said we could still hang out. He was cool about it of course, and I was pleased that I would still be able to hang out with that group without things being too weird. Though I will definitely be keeping an eye on my drink when he is around.
Oh hey MGMT, you kind of blew
Fast forward to the weekend. I had bought tickets to see MGMT perform at the museum where I work and invited Mason to come with me as my date. Of course it turned out to be one of the worst concerts I had ever seen. They played for abour 45 minutes, failing to play any songs we knew, or even any with lyrics. The PR for the event had been terrible; the fact that this was going to be an artsy set inspired by the new exhibit and not an actual concert had not been made clear. Mason and I weren't sure what to think afterwards. This and the fact that I was going through the worst PMS of my life exacerbated the situation (Mason didn't want to go out) and we actually got in a minor tiff. It was cleared up on the subway ride downtown and then things were fine again. But the fact that this happened so early on concerned me.
The next day I headed back to the museum to meet Russian Rocher to actually go see the new exhibit. This was followed by dessert at the Neue Galerie's cafe and seeing a movie in Union Square. After her friend met us and we headed to the Pourhouse for dinner. I was thinking that it was nice to be hanging out with girls for once and I filled them in on what happened with Deux. After my story, the friend mentioned that she has seen Deux with a lot of different girls, which disgusted me. No time for that though as we had to get our plans in order for the night. A guy I knew from Cuse had recently moved to NYC and was a club promoter. He was constantly texting me to go out to parties in Meatpacking but I had never been able to find a girl friend to go with. Until now. I was a bit intimidated by his texts stating that we needed to tall, skinny and in heels. Typical. We decided to give it a try anyway though and headed to another bar in the East Village before heading over there. To our surprise, Yahtzee came and met us out. Luckily nothing was said of Deux and I was relieved that maybe Yahtzee didn't even know what was going on. Two other Croatia boys joined us, one of whom I hadn't seen since originally meeting them. He was clearly not aware of things with Ibanker and I going sour, so of course asked if I had talked to him lately. I responded with a quick no. And I'm sure a dark cloud passed over my face when he then proceeded to ask if I had gone to the Hamptons with him. I said that I was supposed to go but didn't make and his response that the whole group seemed a little too into it honestly made my night. We separated from them a short time after and headed to RdV. Luckily we had no problems getting in though I thought there was nothing special about the club. They played some house music though and I drank for free so that's always a plus. We stayed for awhile and danced our faces off until deciding to head elsewhere. And on our way out who did we run into but Deux, flanked by two Asian girls. He apparently knows the promoter as well though I still don't know if he knew I was at the club. Yahtzee stopped to tell him we were heading out and I stood next to him silently, partially disgusted and partially amused. Deux said he and his harem were going to head in, and relieved that they wouldnt be coming with us, I enthusiastically nodded my head in agreement.
I was pleased that I apparently wouldn't have to have an awkward chat with Deux about not seeing each other anymore. But what to do about my glasses case? I texted him the next afternoon and said that I would be stopping by their apartment to pick it up and if he could leave it out. He responded simply with "k". When I arrived a few hours later the case was out on the coffee table. The light in his room was on but he did not come out. He mustve known I was there since I was chatting with Yahtzee. This guy was a first rate douche bag. Pleased that I had taken care of this pesky errand I headed down to the 9th Ward to meet up with High School and drown my sorrows in some Purple Haze. It had been awhile since I had seen him, and I knew that he was still with his girlfriend, who was now also living in New York (facebook is creepy). He had still never metioned her to me and he did not this time as well. He had a good time, as usual, and even went to Criff Dog afterwards (note he did not buy my hotdog nor did I have anything to do with his "hot dog").
To wrap up Deux. He sent me a text a few days later asking how my week was, which I ignored. He then over the next couple of weeks, sent me a Happy Thanksgiving text, an invitation to their NYE party, an inquiry of my plans one weekend night and finally an invitation to go Christmas shopping with him that day. Enough is enough. Apparently I was going to have the conversation with him. I laid it out on the table, and was honest--he was too pushy and I didn't want things to be awkward with Yahtzee. I said we could still hang out. He was cool about it of course, and I was pleased that I would still be able to hang out with that group without things being too weird. Though I will definitely be keeping an eye on my drink when he is around.
Monday, December 5, 2011
It's My Motherf*cking Birthday!
And I wasn't even going to celebrate it until I discovered that it was on a Saturday. I decided that I would keep it lowkey but I was pleased to learn that I would have guests in town to celebrate with me--AD and MM, for an Ultra reunion! Our plan for Friday night, before the bday festivities, was to see Paul Oakenfold at Pacha. Now Pacha was the club where I had had my phone stolen with Benny and I was not pleased about going back. But I had always wanted to see Oakenfold and I was going to be keeping an eagle eye on my phone this time. After work I swung by Charlie Kelly's to pick up MM--Charlie Kelly and AD would be meeting us at the club later as they had another early show to catch. I always warn people to pack lightly when they visit me but MM did not exactly heed my warning. And just our luck, the subway ride back to my apartment was one of the most crowded I have ever had. We stood in the middle of the car stumbling, because there were no handrails, with MM's two massive bags taking out everyone around us. By the time we made it back to my apartment MM was out of breath and felt like (I quote from her) "a biggest loser contestant". We rewarded ourselves with food from the neighborhood taco stand and some deeelish hot toddies. After we headed back to Pacha aka the worst club in New York where GF was meeting up with us. He had started his night early and was far more wasted than we initially realized. This became apparent when after buying a round of $15 shots for us (including the bartender), he started to bite me and MM (keep in mind they had just met). We weren't quite sure what to do with him but after a minor scuffle with some Guids he decided to head out. MM and I were on our own waiting for Charlie Kelly and AD to arrive. After about an hour we finally received a text from AD saying they had caught someone trying to steal her wallett and to make up for it the manager had given them access to VIP. After MM and I bitched enough, we were eventually allowed up as well. It was of course much better being away from the Guids and other disgusting characters that frequent Pacha. It also gave us the perfect vantage point to watch them. We spotted a midget and a guy who looked exactly like Kim Jeong Il (of course he would be at Pacha). It was even better when a few minutes later we spotted Kim trying to grind up on some lady. I was satisfied to be able to dance without sweaty people surrounding me and I was sipping on the weird drink concotion that was handed to me. Paul Oakenfold was underwhelming though and he was probably one of the ugliest men I have ever seen--he was short and tubby and had T-rex like arms. We had a close encounter when MM and I went to leave after the set. Oaks himself walked up into VIP and was sitting at a table directly in front of us, surrounded by people talking to him. I decided I might as well meet him since we were here and it was birthday and all. I stood quietly at the table waiting my turn when a surly looking man approached me and demanded to know who I was. I told him and he asked what I was doing. I rolled my eyes and said I was waiting for Paul, obviously. He then very politely yelled for me to get the fuck out. Surprised and annoyed, I decided I would be staying put and began to talk to the very nice (and cute) Russian boys who were also part of the group. They offered to introduce me to their friend Paul but I told them I was nervous about the scary yelling man. They said it would be fine and led me over to Paul. But before I could utter a word, the dick man came out of nowhere and waved me away. It turns out he was Paul's bodyguard and it is a good thing he was doing his job, since I was so threatening in my bright yellow tights. I was also one of the only girls there, besides MM who was nervously waiting for me in the background. So at that point I was completely fed up and decided I really didn't give a shit about meeting ugly old Paul Oakenfold nor getting harassed by his people. So to that man--thanks for being a complete dick to me on my birthday asshole! I had known I was going to regret ringing in my birthday at a place like Pacha and I was correct.
The next day I was of course hungover and almost puked in the bathroom of the chicken 'n waffle place (called Pies and Thighs) that we went to for brunch. I didn't feel much better after a nap but I needed to suck it up since this was the big night and Mairey was also driving all the way down from Syracuse. I also had a potential mess to distract me. I had drunkenly invited Deux on Halloween to my bday party, thinking that he wouldnt' show. To my surprise he enthusiastically agreed and had even confirmed earlier in the week. How could you turn down an invite like this:
WELL 25 was the last birthday I was going to acknowledge, but since the big 2-6 is on a Saturday what choice do I have but to celebrate??
And you guys are going down with me. Let's all meet at Spitzer's (Rivington btw Essex and Ludlow) at around 10. We can get some drank...s and maybe even snag one of the picnic tables. Depending on how this goes we can stay there for a bit or migrate somewhere else in the LES. I'll see how I feel, it's my fucking birthday. I do know we will be ending the night at Mystique (Chrystie and Delancey) to dance our faces off to some house music, just how I like it.
So put your party pants on and get ready to rage. Friends are welcome, provided they don't suck. The birthdays where I can act OOC are quickly dwindling so I plan to take full advantage--it's going to be a rowdy one, so get ready. You'll laugh, you'll cry, I'll probably yell at a stranger.
Boom.
The problem being, Mason was also going to be there. This is what I get for trying to balance two guys, although my main concern was Mason finding out about Deux, since I actually liked Mason. I could barely enjoy my bday dinner at Les Enfants Terribles, since I was so nervous about what was going to come. The group headed to Spitzer's and I had an assortment of characters present--of course Mairey, AD and MM, as well as GF, JM and her South African boyfriend, and Prom, Salma and Penelope with some of their friends. Luckily Mason wasn't present yet and good thing because Deux and Yahtzee had arrived, with a whole bunch of their ibanking friends in tow. I recognized a couple from Yahtzee's party over the summer but couldn't really differentiate them in their cloud of Vineyard Vines. I bounced back and forth between the groups but felt like I was in a daze. I was still hungover and it had taken me almost an hour to get down my first beer.I ruled out a trip to Mystiqrious, which was the next designated spot on the bday itinerary. There was no way I was capable of dancing, plus if Mason actually did show up that could further complicate things. No need to worry though, because after awhile spent at Spitzer's the group dissipated and every went their separate ways. I headed to the Back Room with AD, MM, Mairey and one of her friends from college she had invited along. He was super nice and bought us all a round of shots. Much better than Mason's behavior who finally stumbled there at 2AM, wasted. He didn't socialize with anyone except me and then tried to convince me to leave. A wonderful first impression for MM and Mairey, who immediately hated him. Luckily I had a wonderful present, which put me in a much better mood. It was given to me by one of Salma and Penelope's friends--a Betty White paper mask, with her wearing kitten ears. The whole night the group of us had been running around with it taking pictures and cracking up. That was pretty much all I needed and the free pizza at the end of the night was also a huge plus.
The next morning the usual suspects (being myself, MM, Mairey, AD and Charlie Kelly) regrouped for brunch before AD and MM headed home. Of course the selection was made by Charlie Kelly and he chose (unknowingly of course) the restaurant where I had met Ibanker for our very first brunch, directly from a night spent with Cute Guy. Aka the infamous and classy puke in the sink night to ring in my second weekend in NYC. I chuckled at the memories and was glad I was in a much better state this time around. After the girls barely made their bus, Mairey and I headed out for a window-shopping afternoon which led us to Times Square, then down to Soho where we walked into the West Village, to meet her friends from college for dinner. They were super nice, but unfortunately I was so exhausted from the weekend that I could barely contribute to the conversation. I was also a bit preoccupied with Mason--he had acted so differently and the girls were telling me to write him off. I was ready to because I had a bad feeling. To my surprise while we were at the restaurant he called me. This was the second time we had ever talked on the phone and when I saw his name pop up I was convinced he was going to break things off. To my surprise, he actually apologized for being a jerk the night before. This was progress and I decided that I wasn't ready to give up on him yet.
Giftee, Gifter and Gift--Betty White mask. At least I'm not as old as her.
So a successful birthday weekend. 25 in NYC had its share of ups and downs but for the most part was fun and rowdy, just the way I like it. We will have to see what 26 in the City brings, since I am now older and wiser (?).....
The next day I was of course hungover and almost puked in the bathroom of the chicken 'n waffle place (called Pies and Thighs) that we went to for brunch. I didn't feel much better after a nap but I needed to suck it up since this was the big night and Mairey was also driving all the way down from Syracuse. I also had a potential mess to distract me. I had drunkenly invited Deux on Halloween to my bday party, thinking that he wouldnt' show. To my surprise he enthusiastically agreed and had even confirmed earlier in the week. How could you turn down an invite like this:
WELL 25 was the last birthday I was going to acknowledge, but since the big 2-6 is on a Saturday what choice do I have but to celebrate??
And you guys are going down with me. Let's all meet at Spitzer's (Rivington btw Essex and Ludlow) at around 10. We can get some drank...s and maybe even snag one of the picnic tables. Depending on how this goes we can stay there for a bit or migrate somewhere else in the LES. I'll see how I feel, it's my fucking birthday. I do know we will be ending the night at Mystique (Chrystie and Delancey) to dance our faces off to some house music, just how I like it.
So put your party pants on and get ready to rage. Friends are welcome, provided they don't suck. The birthdays where I can act OOC are quickly dwindling so I plan to take full advantage--it's going to be a rowdy one, so get ready. You'll laugh, you'll cry, I'll probably yell at a stranger.
Boom.
The problem being, Mason was also going to be there. This is what I get for trying to balance two guys, although my main concern was Mason finding out about Deux, since I actually liked Mason. I could barely enjoy my bday dinner at Les Enfants Terribles, since I was so nervous about what was going to come. The group headed to Spitzer's and I had an assortment of characters present--of course Mairey, AD and MM, as well as GF, JM and her South African boyfriend, and Prom, Salma and Penelope with some of their friends. Luckily Mason wasn't present yet and good thing because Deux and Yahtzee had arrived, with a whole bunch of their ibanking friends in tow. I recognized a couple from Yahtzee's party over the summer but couldn't really differentiate them in their cloud of Vineyard Vines. I bounced back and forth between the groups but felt like I was in a daze. I was still hungover and it had taken me almost an hour to get down my first beer.I ruled out a trip to Mystiqrious, which was the next designated spot on the bday itinerary. There was no way I was capable of dancing, plus if Mason actually did show up that could further complicate things. No need to worry though, because after awhile spent at Spitzer's the group dissipated and every went their separate ways. I headed to the Back Room with AD, MM, Mairey and one of her friends from college she had invited along. He was super nice and bought us all a round of shots. Much better than Mason's behavior who finally stumbled there at 2AM, wasted. He didn't socialize with anyone except me and then tried to convince me to leave. A wonderful first impression for MM and Mairey, who immediately hated him. Luckily I had a wonderful present, which put me in a much better mood. It was given to me by one of Salma and Penelope's friends--a Betty White paper mask, with her wearing kitten ears. The whole night the group of us had been running around with it taking pictures and cracking up. That was pretty much all I needed and the free pizza at the end of the night was also a huge plus.
The next morning the usual suspects (being myself, MM, Mairey, AD and Charlie Kelly) regrouped for brunch before AD and MM headed home. Of course the selection was made by Charlie Kelly and he chose (unknowingly of course) the restaurant where I had met Ibanker for our very first brunch, directly from a night spent with Cute Guy. Aka the infamous and classy puke in the sink night to ring in my second weekend in NYC. I chuckled at the memories and was glad I was in a much better state this time around. After the girls barely made their bus, Mairey and I headed out for a window-shopping afternoon which led us to Times Square, then down to Soho where we walked into the West Village, to meet her friends from college for dinner. They were super nice, but unfortunately I was so exhausted from the weekend that I could barely contribute to the conversation. I was also a bit preoccupied with Mason--he had acted so differently and the girls were telling me to write him off. I was ready to because I had a bad feeling. To my surprise while we were at the restaurant he called me. This was the second time we had ever talked on the phone and when I saw his name pop up I was convinced he was going to break things off. To my surprise, he actually apologized for being a jerk the night before. This was progress and I decided that I wasn't ready to give up on him yet.
So a successful birthday weekend. 25 in NYC had its share of ups and downs but for the most part was fun and rowdy, just the way I like it. We will have to see what 26 in the City brings, since I am now older and wiser (?).....
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