Gay Pride! And my sort of job.

I went out Tues night to watch the Mavs playoff game. Court and I went over to this kid Reid's apartment, who had a bunch of Dallas people over. It was fun, but nothing special--I just went to meet potential cute boys but was slightly disappointed. They were fun though.

Thursday was kind of lame. Me, Court, Sheri and Merna went out in the 50's where we like to hang out for happy hour. We each had a drink and stood around waiting for some victims. One guy came up and blah blah his friends came over and we each talked to one, as usual. The kid I was talking to was OK but kind of short. Stupid boys, just b/c I am short does not mean I like mini-me's! Merna and I get in a four way convo with 2 of the guys, and notice that Court and Sheri have managed to get drinks from their guys. We had been standing there with empty drinks for a while. My guy even went to the bar once and didn't offer. Mern, being the trooper she is, made a final, desperate attempt after we had been waiting (aka talking to them) for about 15 minutes. "Where is Sheri?" she asked me. "Oh...at the BAR!" I say, eyeing her with the guys' friend. The guys are like, "You should go!" I wanted to be like, "You should pay!" But instead, Mern and I made up some lame excuse and went upstairs, drinkless. Upstairs we somehow start talking to some old guys and I think it's in the bag. But to no avail. After learning one guy was married, we went up yet another level to the actual roof deck and bought ourselves another drink. Defeat! Sheri comes up and informs us that she told the 2 original guys that the reason we ditched them is because they didn't buy us drinks. At first I was glad she told them, just so they'd know. The 2 guys--let's call them Douche and Bag, or D&B--are now on the roof deck staring us down. We ignore. We start talking about how they are losers and somehow these 2 other guys get involved in our conversation. We actually told them how we ditched the guys b/c we had talked to them for 15 minutes and got no drinks, and how our friends had drinks from their friends. Don't ask me how or why, but these 2 bought us drinks. So we hung out with them. This fact did not stop D&B from coming over and saying, "thanks for coming back downstairs..." And then they moved next to us at the bar. And stared. Then they came up to us AGAIN and asked why we were hanging out with "those TURDS." I kid you not. D&B are lame. And the "turds" were normal guys, nothing special, but we had drinks so we talked to them until they left. We figured our luck was about out at this point and went to the bar across the street to escape D&B and try and find more victims, but it smelled like a frat house and I think everyone was too wasted to buy anything for anyone. At this point I had only had 3 beers over about 2 hours, but for some reason I let Merna (who was drunker due to drinking wine and lack of tolerence) talk me into a sausage, egg and cheese crossianwich from Dunkin Donuts. If you haven't had one of these, go get one. Now. They are fucking awesome. Ziggiz still wins, but not everyone lives close enough to be blessed with Ziggiz.

Friday night Court, Becky, Mikey and I met Missy at her roomate's b-day party at Barna. The place is really fun, and I see a cute boy immediately and go up to him. This was probably due to the liquid courage I had consumed while pre-partying. I lose him for a while, drink a R&DCw/L and then a beer...and magically, Pretty Boy appears again! We talk for a while and I notice that PB is a little toooo pretty. And though the bar is loud and I can't really hear him, I am pretty sure he sounds kind of gay. I keep trying to hear what he is saying, but then he buys me another beer and instead I just end up nodding and giggling a lot. At this point some good song came on and we ended up on the makeshift dance floor. PB TOTALLY danced like a gay guy! I was sure at this point that he was gay...but then he started to make out with me. He was pretty so I let him, but I still thought he was gay. He then tells me he is leaving and that I should come over later b/c they are having an after party. We exchange #s and I now have someone named "Gay" in my phone.

Connor, who was a Sig Ep at UT, had been texting me all night, and being lonely without PB (or, "Gay") I decided to go meet up since I was a few blocks from the club Connor and Zach (another UT kid) were at. When I get there, they are doing shots...I had one but then got a beer. So I am still technically following the rule. After this I am in dance party mode and I dance the rest of the night until 4am. Then I went over to the boys' apartment and danced with a random roomate--and alone. After a while the boys started punching holes in the wall so I decided it was time to leave. I got home around 6am. Nicely done, if I do say so myself.

Saturday night Court, Becky, Merna, Sheri and I went to dinner at a Sri Lanken restaurant which is BYOB. Similar to Milon, our Indian place. The food wasn't as good to me, but it was still OK, and we each had an entire bottle of wine. So I was feeling nice when we went to a party for a girl Sheri works with at Central bar. We send the drunkest person (Merna) over to talk to some guys, and actually ended up getting drinks easily. Again, I am talking to some guy who seemed OK, but as soon as he started dancing...I got the gay vibe. I certainly don't think all boys who can dance well are gay. It's the WAY this guy danced. And it wasn't fun gay guy dancing like I do with my actual gay friends--it was tard gay dancing...I had to stop him from doing some weird arm moves at some point. Of course, I need to take into consideration that when people see me start to sway or backbend they could easily mistake me for a mentally challenged girl who has weird muscle spasms she can't control. Anyway, at this point I realize we are stuck with Gay2 and his friends if we stay here, and we had about 5 minutes to get to Aer (a club) before we had to pay. I make everyone book it to Aer where we barely get in at like 1:05 for free.

As soon as we are in Aer, Sheri goes to the bathroom and shows back up with ETY! Ety, who I used to drunk make out with last summer...who is really really annoying...so I stopped taking his calls sometime after New Year's. So I play nice and he keeps trying to dance with me, but I strategically make it where we are dancing in a big group. He informs us he is heading to his table where we should find him, and the proceeds to literally grab me and kiss me on the lips multiple times. Good thing I was drunk and not caring, b/c sober I would have been very annoyed. We then get into the VIP section by making up some fake birthday party (thanks, Drunk Sheri) and run into Derek! He was there with Mary Margaret, a girl who was friends with Jenna and other people we know. Then Courtney and I see Reid, whose apartment we were at Tues night. This is all totally random. We then meet some totally random guys and drink off their table, dance, etc. I remember at some point Sheri knocking me into some guy's lap and then leaning over me and spilling her drink on my head. Again, I didn't care. Later on, Court did what she did last weekend and lures me home with the prospect of Ziggiz. We pigged out again. Really, I need to take their number out of my cell phone. Really.

Sunday Court and I went to a barbeque at this guy's apartment to watch the Gay Pride Parade. I looked for my two mystery men from the weekend, but since they are not yet out of the closet, I don't think they attended. I felt it was an appropriate end to the weekend. The parade was huge, and awesome--kind of like the drag queens in it. I also think it is really cool that NY's candidate for Attorney General is gay. And he has a hot boyfriend. Maybe when they break up, his hot boyfriend will hit on me at a bar and we can make out. At this point I would not be surprised.

Jobness
Quick recap of my quest for a job. There is this stylist/personal shopper lady who needs help part time during the summer since she has a full time assistant presently. Her assistant is becoming part time in Aug or Sept and she will then be able to hire a full time assistant. She was very non-commital with me when I went to see her last week and told me to come in this week and work, and we would see how things went. She noted that if a full time position did come of this, there would be no health insurance. My mom told me to find a real job. After going in for a day, I see that it is a very laid back environment (come in at 10, leave at 6 but she seems lenient about that) and that the job consists of shopping and running errands, along with some admin work such as keeping track of clothing, receipts, etc. in Excel. Easy enough. Now I hate sitting at a desk all day, which in this case is good; but basically at this job you are someone's assistant and get to do nothing on your own...especially at first. The good things are the hours and the fact that she takes a huge chunk of summer off every year, which would be nice. Bad things...mostly the fact that you can't meet anyone--except the occasional 30-60 year old socialite--since its practically just the stylist and a few part timers; and the insurance thing. Also my mom pointed out that running lots of errands in the winter/snow will not be v. fun.

Normally I would not be debating this much, b/c being a stylist's assistant is pretty cool. However, I had a second interview at a PR firm and got another call back after that asking for references and my salary requirements. They promote mostly alcohol--which would lead to some fun parties. There is also some travel (international, even) after a while, which could be fun, if I am with fun people. Assuming they'd pay OK, I would probably take the job if offered it. The good things are the opposite of the other job: meeting more people, getting more responsibility, and health insurance. The bad things are the hours (9-6 but they often stay late) and the fact that I would be mostly behind a desk all day.

I have no idea what will happen. I am going to work at the stylist's this week and see how it goes. I do not, however, want to lead her on if I am not going to stay, so I hope to hear something from the PR place soon. I feel bad learning all this stuff from her and knowing I might not stay if I get the chance. I am in a dillemma, kids. I will let ya'll know IF I even get any offers. Gotta go to bed...waking up early to go to work (sort of)! Gasp.

Sick, Out, then Mavs game

Yes, yes, I stayed in on a Friday. I think this is only the second time I have stayed in on a weekend since moving to New York. Before you begin to think lowly of me, allow me to explain myself:

Last you heard Mikey and I went to a show Tues. My throat hurt Wed so I stayed in. Thurs night I went with Courtney and her friend Liz (who is here for the summer) to watch the Mavs game at Park Avenue Country Club, where allegedly there are cute preppy boys. There were cute boys, but I had on glasses and no make up so I was being anti-social. I had a beer (only one) because my throat still wasn't up to par. A BEER. As in ONE. I wake up Friday feeling like death. My throat is killing me, I am sure I have strep throat on top of pink eye. But I have an eye doctor appt early (11:30) and he tells me the pink eye is gone (!) but that I should refrain from contacts until Mon to be safe. Riiight. I then have a meeting with a recruiter for some job and my throat was on fire the whole time. I called my normal doctor to see if he would just fax a perscription over to the drug store for me, but he wasn't calling back. It was time for me to take matters into my own hands.

While walking down 3rd Ave on the phone with Frances, I randomly decide to walk to my doctor's office. I have no plan. I get there and tell the receptionist that I really need to "ask the dr a quick question." For some reason this works, and after waiting only about 10 min they let me skip ahead of the other patients (who were probably there with actual appointments) and saw my dr. I asked him if he would just write me a perscription for some antibiotics, but he said he had to examine me. I explained my joblessness and subsequent loss of health insurance, and he said he would charge me $30 to look at me and give me some samples. I bargained him down to $25. I think I got confused and thought I was in Chinatown. He IS Asian. Just kidding.

Done and done, he sent me on my way with my drugs. Badass.

After a nap I felt a little better but decided that the drinking gods were against me. I wasn't suppossed to be in contacts yet, I still had a semi-sore throat, plus no one was even doing anything that cool. I sucked it up, stayed in and watched some of my Footballers Wive$ Season 2 dvd.

I woke up Sat feeling amazing. I made an executive decision that I was ready to wear contacts. I hit the gym (I had slacked and only gone 2x all week) then got a mani-pedi with Court before going to babysit from 6-10. After making an easy $50, I came back here and got ready, then Court and I headed to 230, the rooftop bar. Other people are starting to know about this bar, and that angers me. The line was ridic. A few people we had talked to earlier about plans were MIA so we had nothing better to do but wait in line-which I hate doing, and normally refuse to do. Luckily, I had some rum in my purse so I entertained myself in line with that. Sheri and Merna came and cut the line once we were near the front. At the bar, it was fun but it took us a while to find some guys to talk to. First we made up fake names and stories to some foreign guys, which is always fun. We then met some pretty normal guys. Mine was OK. He told me I reminded him of LC from The Hills/Laguna and I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. Anyway, he was borderline boring but I sucked it up and got drinks. Around 3.30 Court wants to leave, I think she mentioned drunk eating. Those are usually the magic words. I say bye to random boy and make a quick escape. We then order 300 pounds of Ziggiz and eat it all. We NEVER eat it all. I really need to take their # out of my cell phone.

Today was a lot of shopping, then Court, Liz and I literally sat in a circle at Bryant Park and read. When I was in middle/high school and made fun of people, I would say, "What do they do for fun, sit in a circle and read?" I got what was coming to me. I have blossomed into a full blown loser. It was nice, though; afterwards we came back here to get ready to drink some more. Validation. Hah. Court, Liz and I went back to Park Ave CC for the Mavs game, and immediatly this guy started talking to us. He was dorky but seemed normal/nice and was in town visiting his sister. After like 10 min the bartender tells us that some other guys want to buy us drinks. They are wasted and foreign so we decline, b/c it is not worth having to deal w/them. Waitress tells us they insist, so we take 'em. Dorky boy then wants to buy us a round, and the waitress tells him, "These are from my friends at the end of the bar, you can get the next ones." Apparently he was unaware of the LINE. Hah.

We also talked to some guy and his boss (who the whole time we thought was his dad) and the boy knew a lot about MTV reality shows. Naturally he and I get along, and I enlighten him with facts such as: LC and Jason now live together and that LC's sister is the next main character on Laguna. I am knowledgeable about important things. Also, his dad was hot in that Richard Gere way (but smaller, I presume). Grey hair but those dark, squinty eyes. When they left I called him a DILF. I am copyrighting that term so don't steal it.

So dorky boy gets a few drinks in him and then becomes dorky annoying boy. DAB. DAB talks too much. DAB makes lame comments. Court is really into the game, much more than Liz (who initally though the Mavs played baseball) and I. She gets away with ignoring DAB, who was sitting next to her. He then decides to stretch--like twisting and doing arm rolls, I kid you not--and announces he is tired of sitting, then proceeds to come and stand next to me. Talks and talks. I utter one word comments and laugh when necessary, but keep eye contact with the flat screens the whole time. I literally spoke the least amount I could without ignoring DAB. Hint much? I went to the bathroom to escape at the next commercial break and thank God DAB is back to sitting. I now know he is honed in on me (where are my glasses when I need them?) and purposely don't look at him. When the game went into overtime, I went to the bathroom again to find Court in my chair, and DAB is in the restroom. I beg her to get up, she says I can sit in her chair by DAB. I am like, NOOOOOOOOO. I am so frustrated with DAB that I think I could have killed him if I had to sit next to him. It was OK for her to ignore him, she was the true fan in a Mavs JERESY for God's sake! I threaten to kick her ass when I see DAB coming, she calls me crazy but then moves. Close one. I ignore DAB's utterly ridiculous comments and don't look at him at all. When the game ends I use Court as a sheild so he can't look at me and make conversation. She moves back, I move back. Or I turn to Liz and pretend to be really intrigued by the fact that the waitress gave her a pencil to write with on her credit card bill. I knew he was going to try and get my #. I was right. He gave me a napkin with his info (thankfully he was from LA) and told me to call when I come to visit in Sept. I say OK, thanks. Doo doo doo. He grabs a napkin and asks for my info. I know I am a horrible liar, and do the thing you aren't suppossed to do and go on and on...but I attempt to lie anyway. I tell him I am seeing someone, and I don't give my # out anymore. B/c I used to, especially when drunk, and random people would call and my fake boyfriend gets upset so I have to be good now and not give it out. And because I am sober, especially. (I told you, I am a HORRIBLE liar.) Also I can't look him in the face for like, the rest of the time. Please don't ever ask me to lie for you in court. You are Fucked if you do.

So the Mavs lost but it was a nice night out with the girls minus DAB. There were some cuteish boys there but we couldn't escape DAB after his sister left him with us. Moral: free drinks sometimes aren't worth it. (Gasp.) Especially when you have to talk to the person for 3 hours...and they are a DAB to the max.

Stuff I forgot: An Appendix, if you will

So I wrote that last loooong entry and then left my apartment, came back later and read it (noting some embarrassing spelling errors) and realized I had forgotten a few things that have been happening lately. I don't care if you are sick of me already, if I have funny stuff I get to write it. And here YOU are.

These are in the order they occured. It makes more sense this way.

Brazilian Bartender (BB)
Two Thursdays ago I went with Court to the bar under/next door to our apartment to watch the Mavs game. The Brazilian bartender (who is cute in a not my type way) that always flirts with me was there, we took advantage and got some free beers and talked with him quite a bit. It was a slow night so he was not busy. He asks me if I had been to the steak house on the other side of the bar (like 2 doors down from me) and I say no, but I heard it was good. He asks if I want to go next week, so I say OK. Why not? Steak IS my favorite food. So the next week on Wed (which is now last week) he meets me downstairs and we walk over. I decide to play it cool, try to make it clear I want no sort of relationship out of this, etc. Well at first it is a little awkward, but after some wine we start having funny conversations, mostly related to drinking and going out. We eat and drink and talk and are having a really good time, but I realize I have no idea how to put out any "friendship" vibe. So I offer to pay, thinking if I thought of this as a real date maybe I wouldn't have? I don't know, this is why I don't date. Especially people I know I won't end up "dating." Well, we leave and he wants to go to a bar and get some beers, so we do, and I get a little drunk. It is now way past my curfew I set and I am drunk: two things I did not want to happen. I was having fun so I let it slide...then he walked me home and I tried to kiss him on the cheek and he turned! I should have known this trick b/c he did it at the bar before too. So I sort of kissed him. No tounge or anything, but then it was awkward again and I went inside. Fine, fine, til the next night (Thurs, in the entry coming up) when he texts me and asks if I am coming by his bar. I say no, we are not close (when in fact I was), and then he called on Friday to say he was in the neighborhood and didn't start his shift for a few hours. Luckily I was screening and just didn't call back til later. I ran into him Sat night, glasses clad, and he still texted again Sunday...I texted back for a bit but didn't want to be in a long text conversation where he is complimenting me (I am such a bitch, I know) so I just kind of stopped responding. I know I am weird, but I can't handle all of this at once. I need the chase. Too bad the chase is across the Atlantic Ocean all fucking summer.

The cell phone that needs to be glued to my hands
So Thursday night of last week was one of those nights where you plan to go out just for happy hour, but somehow you find yourself wasted contemplating whether or not to get on the bar and dance. Sheri, Merna and I started off having wine and a few beers at some places about 10 blocks north of my apartment. We were kind of drunk, kind of bored, and kind of looking for some boys to buy us drinks. We started walking and where did we end up? None other than McFaddens, the bar across 2nd Ave from my apartment. There were a lot of people there, and even though lots of times (especially on the weekends) the crowd is slightly...eer, trashy and/or old, there was a good mix of normal fratty people. (It has been said by many that this place turns into a frat party late at night. Those people saying this don't mean this in a good way, but alas, the smell of stale beer lures us like no other.) The bartender is cute. Cute, but kinda short. Sheri flirts and gets us a round of shots. Some guys we are talking to buy us beers. We stay in our spot by Cute Bartender and get another shot when some other people buy a round. At some point I go to use the restroom, and on my way out Cute Bartender (CB) says, hey, you are one of the shot girls. To which I reply, why yes, yes I am. Just kidding. But anyway we start talking and he is no longer on shift so he comes over to "buy" us a round. Sheri and Merna are otherwise engaged...and Merna is belligerant...(contemplating whether or not to get on the bar and dance) so he and I do a jaeger bomb. My idea. Then he asks what else I want, and I am bored of beer and knowing that I am not about to black out, so I order a rum and diet coke with lime. At this point, I have had: 1/3 of a bottle of wine, 3 beers, 3 shots and am now consuming a R&DCw/L. I somehow held a funny, engaging conversation with CB and before I knew it I looked around and discovered that my friends were gone. Totally fine, since I live across the street, but I look for my cell to call them. Guess what? Not in my purse. The shit ton of different kinds of alcohol previously consumed caught up to me, and I start crying. CB and I look around on the floor, but to no avail, so he decides to walk me home. He swears up and down that he will find the phone, he will even go back and talk to the bartenders and search more. I give him my email address when we get in front of my building incase he finds my phone. Then we make out. Hah. Now remember that the other bartender, BB, works next door to my apartment. I am hoping that he doesn't come out for a smoke break to see me kissing CB from across the street. WHO gets themselves into these situations?!?! Luckily, BB and CB did not have a run in, and when I checked my email in the morning, CB had emailed saying that he had my cell phone. One of the managers found it at 6am. So I had to go across the street the next day to get my beloved pink razr, and again I thanked my lucky stars that the items I lose are somehow found 90% of the time (i.e., wallet found by cop a few weeks back).

Not as funny but if only to make a point about how ridiculous my life is, on the way home that Sat night we split a cab with Derek. I guess I had my cell out in the cab and somehow left it there. When we came home and I was looking for my phone to get the # for Ziggiz, I realized I didn't have it. We called it and WOKE DEREK UP from being passed out in the cab...so he took my phone and brought it to me on Sunday. Plus he was thankful for the wake up call. Ridiculous. And yea, I know, I am one lucky bitch--in some ways. Let's not forget the pink eye.

Lots of entries into one

I decided I am too much of a narcissist to NOT write about myself. My friends also have blogs which I get jealous when I read...and I don't like getting jealous. So I am putting nothing personal here so that it cannot be traced. Mwahaha. I am even going to use pseudonyms for certain people's names. I think since it has been a while I am going to start with the most current events then go backwards if I feel like it, or have time.

Well, of course I have time. I will title each story seperately incase you don't want to read them all (or break it up) and will work backwards.

First things first: Even though I have no job, I still have a credit card and have mangaged to book two long overdue trips to visit friends in Dallas and LA, in July and September. YAY for fun trips!

Mikey's Wing Girl
Last night Mikey and I went to a bar in Greenwich Village to watch this girl sing. He found her on Myspace Music, and since I had nothing better to do, and he agreed to pay for alcohol, I went. This girl was really good. Her name is Lauren Hunt, and we are going to go back and see her next week. Anyway, as you all probably know, I have pink eye, and subsequently must wear glasses (and no eye makeup) for a week. So last night was just another adventure in living life as a wing girl. No one really looks at me when I have glasses on. This worked out well for Mikey last night, since he has a little crush on the singer girl. I just seemed like his nerdy librarian friend, and I had no confidence to hit on the cute guitar player, so I just helped him talk to Lauren. I think that as a team, we did a good job. Later she dedicated his favorite song to him. I was happy for him, but I will be glad to be out of wing girl status soon.

Pink Eye Discovery & First Night Out
Sat I woke up not being able to see due to an abnormal amount of cloudiness in my eyes. I freaked out, called the eye doctor and went to see him within 20 minutes (the eye dr is on my street). My assumption was correct, but the consequences of having pink eye were much more substantial than I thought. NO contacts for at least a week. To most people this is not a big deal, but to the utterly and totally blind this is major suckage. Especially when your glasses are not even the right perscription. I was planning to disobey the dr and wear contacts out to this party Sat night, but by 10pm, they were still...gross, if you will, and it would have been impossible to put contacts in. People told me I should stay in. People told me I was crazy for going out. People told me it was contagious and I shouldn't go out and spread it around. But to no avail. I am too fun to let a little thing like that keep me in for the night. Plus I am a germ-o-phobic and wash my hands like 100 times a day, especially now that I have pink eye. So we went to the party, which was some friend of Derek's who lived on the UWS. I was very self conscious. When we got to the party, even though I had been drinking, I was weird about talking to groups of guys. I think I even made up excuses to NOT talk to people. VERY unlike me. So I basically talked to Court, Becky, Mikey and Derek the whole time. I had fun but it was definitely weird. It's almost like wearing a fat suit. People don't know you don't normally look like that, but YOU know. And people kept telling me it is all about confidence...but I just didn't have it. Sad but true. Wing girl for the week.

Random Myspace Party
Fri night we went to a party of one of my random friends from Myspace. I don't really know this kid, we never had messaged before, he was on my friends list b/c he was friends with another friend of mine. So they were renting out a bar in Soho, I got a Myspace invite, and we had nothing better to do. The party was kind of lame at first, but after I got wasted, Sheri, Merna and I started dancing with randoms. I am pretty sure that the guys we were dancing with and ourselves were the drunkest people at the party...and the only ones dancing. Awesome. I found some guy who was a fun dancer and kept bending me over into backbends. My all time fav thing to do drunk. Apparently he was asking my friends about me, but then I lost him. I asked my Myspace friend if he knew who I was dancing with and he did not, so I will prob never see him again. Oh well. Hopefully there will be more boys who are fun to dance with around this summer.

Quick update on Law School Boy
Speaking of boys this summer, I am going to take a moment to note that things with LSB have not been going my way. He is the asshole boy I used to write about and ended up liking against my will. He and I used to hang out and THEN shack, but now he has it in his head that it is OK to just shack--and to call me for this at 2, 3, 4 am. I had to tell him that this was NOT OK, which didn't go over very well. (Note that shacking hardly ever entails sleeping together b/c of his lack of condom buying, or the fact that we are too drunk to do anything.) He wanted to see me before he left for the ENTIRE SUMMER for Europe--and I am not going to lie, I wanted to see him too. But not on the late night, so it never happened last weekend, and now he is gone for over 2 months. You all will tell me to forget him, and I will not listen. Mostly b/c me liking someone is so rare and I enjoy it. Also he is always online from Europe which just makes me want to IM him and keep in touch. One day I will learn to not like assholes, but that day is not today. However, you won't have to deal with my dumbass chasing him around this summer, so take what you can get.

People in Town
The weekend before, a bunch of people were in town: Holden, Cindy (from my sorority), her husband Pete, and Holden's friend Travis. Friday night we went to El Rio Grande and got wasted off of margaritas, then made our way to Sway, but I can't think of anything too entertaining to write, except that we all fell while dancing and Cindy and I had bruises all over our legs the next day, but what else is new? Saturday night we ate at our fav BYOB Indian place and went to our new favorite summer rooftop bar, 230 Fifth. The place was more fun the weekend before, because it was warmer, but the reason we like it so much is b/c the roof deck is one of the most badass things I have ever seen. There are lights, palm trees, a few bars, lots of space, and an awesome view of the city. Someone said it was very L.A. If that is L.A., I am even more excited to go in September! There are a lot of normal people (boys) there, but also a good mix. The drinks are pricey though so we inconspicuously brought our own stuff. BYORum. I ended up getting way too drunk that night and blacking out, which I hate doing. To avoid this I have been trying to switch to beer late in the night. This is not possible when your friend (ahem, Sheri) takes the beer out of your purse and replaces it with her water bottle full of vodka. We did brunch Sunday at Essex, where you pay $15 for whatever meal you want and get as many drinks as you can handle. We were all drunk when we left to go shopping, and there were jokes and possibly bets made about me passing out on a rack or blacking out at a store. Neither of which happened, I am proud to say.

Memorial Day Weekend
The weekend before was one of the first really warm weekends and I think the whole city was in party mode. Friday night was my first time at 230 Fifth, the roof bar, and we ended up meeting really fun guys who bought us incredibly overpriced rum and cokes, jaeger shots, and, eventually for me, beer. "Switching to beer" was a topic I told the guys about. "So that I don't black out," I mentioned--to which they told me that wasn't the best thing to tell guys I meet at bars. Touche'. Lesson learned, but the important thing is that I followed my rule. I remember going to some ghetto club in meatpacking around 4am, but most of us leaving to go back to the Waldorf Astoria, where one of the guys had a room. (Most of the guys were from out of town.) If you are not from NY, this is one of the nicer hotels in the city--the rooms were amazing. I think we overestimated ourselves and were planning to drink and party more, but Merna and I ended up passing out on a pull out couch with some of the guys. Not like that-nothing happened at all. Except one of the guys was snoring extremely loudly, and Merna noticed that no one was in the master suite with a huge comfy bed! She and I took over, and when Casey finally got back to his hotel around 8am, he found two girls in his bed: one in her thong. Since Merna and I both do this occasionally, you shouldn't automatically assume it was me. But it was. Casey just laughed and we slept for a bit, until they had to leave and go upstate for the day/night. Sat night we went clubbing in the meatpacking district but I ended up meeting up with Law School Boy and shacking for the first time in a few weeks. (This is the late night thing I was talking about: bad.) A few of us met back up with the 230 Fifth guys Sunday night for dinner, since Mon was Memorial Day. We had dinner at a really nice Mexican place in Union Square, complete with multiple ritas and tequila shots, then made our way to the Fat Black Pussycat where everyone got way too drunk, and despite my warnings to the guys on Friday night, they fed me rum and I don't remember much. But I know a fun time was had by all.

Texas
I went to Texas about a month ago for Rachel's high school graduation party. (Rachel was my neighbor growing up and is like a sister to me.) I went out to dinner Thurs night with a bunch of girls from my sorority who now live in Houston, then we went out and met up with my high school ex and another one of my guy friends. High school ex and I stayed at Janie's on her sleeper sofa, but don't worry, we didn't go ~there~ again. The weird thing with him is that I don't like him or anything, but he is really funny and facetious and when we see each other we have a lot to talk about...which leads to shacking? I dunno, but it doesn't matter. Fri mom and I did the Galleria and ate at Cheesecake Factory. Fri night Katey, Lauren and I went out in Midtown and ran into college ex's best friends! Now, most people don't know that my college ex is now married, because I haven't really told a lot of people (mostly b/c I don't talk about things that upset me). Well, I am over it enough to mention it. His friends were completely shocked to see me, but we talked for a bit, and they mentioned that his wife is pregnant! Like, very much so. So I am drunkenly reaching some soft of epiphany, realizing that everything that I thought was so odd now makes sense. The rest of the night was fun, we danced at random midtown bars and I noticed how many cute, normal, preppy boys there are in Texas. Aah. Saturday my mom and I headed to Rachel's party where I began to drink around...6pm? After some of the non-family adults left, Rach's cousin Tiffany (who is also 23) and I decided we wanted to play flip cup. There were too many long tables, plastic cups and beers for us NOT to play. We bossed around some high schoolers and set up the game. Some adults, including both of Rach's parents, played at some point, but Tiff and I were involved in almost every game. Rachel was in most games as well, but she can't handle her alcohol as well as us...yet. Lauren and Katey came by for a bit and may have been astounded by the amount of drinking going on at a family function, but that is just how this family is. My parents blame them for my wild, drunk side, and they are probably right, considering my parents are pretty somber and conservative. Anyway, I got in the hot tub later and was up til about 5am with Rach and her parents. Despite drinking about 35 beers, I woke up NOT hungover (beer is awesome) and had to get ready to catch a flight. I missed the flight and got to spend a quiet night at home with my parents, puppy and brother, which was rather refreshing. I flew back to NY Monday and now you are all caught up. WHEW.

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