The world loves us and is our bitch

So, picking up with Friday. Evan wrangled $20 out of the club. You know that point in the movie where someone says, "______ bucks?! That ain't gonna get me to _____," well, yeah, $20 wasn't going to get us more than a round of cheap drinks, and in terms of gas I think New York is at a higher elevation, so we could conceivably ride in neutral.
Friday night was great. Went to more bars than I think I've been to in my life. Eventually ended up in Brooklyn again, around the corner from where we were staying, drinking a lot of Jameson's. Out back I talked at length with a stranger about video games and why he believes the "stealth" game-type is the greatest achievement of the video game industry. Evan was getting rid of his Jameson's right next to me the whole time, and I never noticed. Then it was off to bed, until Murray said he wanted a burrito, so the two of us went and got some great Mexican food, despite it being 5 in the morning. Had no trouble falling asleep on Mike and Murray's concrete floor.
Saturday: we eventually all got up, then, after lots of coffee and Dominican breakfast sandwiches, made our way into the city. Did a little shopping, some walking, stopped by Cosmic Cantina, oddly enough, met up with Laura and her friend, Chris, then her friend Liz, and headed back. The night was going to be full of fun and excitement, heading to a big birthday party, though, in retrospect, I can only equate it with a high school outing.
Best part: standing on Laura's roof, drinking beer, watching a storm front move through the city. Lightning, the city disappearing and then reappearing, just how huge the whole place is, it was goddamn great.
Worst part: everything else. The party goers were too cool for us, we weren't wearing much black, and our hair is just, hair. We were informed that people going to the bathroom in groups were indeed doing coke, something we gathered based on groups of people going into a small bathroom. A half-bath. There was a video shoot going on for this band, Andy almost got stabbed in the leg when a pen knife flew out of the singer's hand. Oh, yeah, the video involved a knife fight. Murray practiced Zoolander poses for the camera, I practiced looking directly into the camera in hopes of ruining the shot. Our beer got really hot, the keg ran dry, I saw this on the wall and began trying to figure out how I could steal it, kept going on and on about it, tried to convince everyone to help me, Evan flicked something at me, hit me in the eye, so, to make the evening even better, I flipped, hit him or slapped him, Mike came at me, so I did the same, then I got in pissed off mode. We made our way out to the street to call for a car service, Chris and I had legitimate reason for using the bathroom, but the line was pretty long, 3:1 ratio of people in line versus people still milling about the party. We took our business to the streets. In pissed off mode, I debated walking back despite being told I'd be shot, or at least mugged. There was a White Castle a few blocks away, I could have just stayed there. We got back to Mike and Murray's (in relatively no time at all considering the car service guy that drove us there had no idea where he was going, what to do with directions or seemingly even what a "Brooklyn" was), and found sleeping on the floor a little tougher minus the alcohol.

So, that was our trip.
Thanks to everyone who made it possible, and to everyone who came out. Especially our hosts/hostess in New York, I think it's safe to assume we'd like to go back. When all the trains are working.
posted by beta at 5/28/2004 12:51:00 AM