5.16.2005the minutes -- nyc style
Friday, 5/13
5:03 pm: i leave work three mintues later than i wanted, but it's okay. i should be able to get to mike's house in new haven to pick him up and drive down to the train station so we can catch the 5:56 metro-north to grand central. 5:54 pm: i finally get to mike's house. stupid friday traffic. i hate driving in rush hour. we decide to go to milford instead, to catch the 6:07 train. 6:08 pm: stupid god damned traffic. i really hate driving in rush hour. we arrive at the station to see our train pulling away. why did we take i-95 anyway? what were we thinking?? we decide to drive to stamford to catch the 6:55 train. 6:55 pm: arg!!! stupid effing god damned traffic! i-95 has delays so we take the merrit parkway instead and it doesn't help. but it's okay, our train hasn't showed up yet, so we should be able to park and -- fuck! is that our train? oh, wait, no it isn't, it's going the wrong way. sweet! 10 seconds later: FUCK!! now that's our train. where do i park, mike? shit! fuck! AAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it appears as though we are driving into manhattan. 8:07 pm: ME -- are we going the right way? MIKE -- um, i'm not sure. ME -- i don't think this is how we get to the henry hudson... MIKE -- i don't know. ME -- those projects are lovely, though. MIKE -- wait, i think i know where we are. any minute now we should be passing by a white castle... (cue white castle...) ME -- sweet! dude, we have to stop. MIKE -- if we miss any of the built to spill show i'm gonna freak. ME -- fine. we'll hit it up on the way back. 8:43 pm: we look for a place to park. this sucks. we find a parking garage. i notice the rates as i hand my keys over to the valet and make a mental note to prepare for my wallet to get raped when i come back on sunday. 9:15 pm: we stop at our friend's apartment to drop our stuff off. we are offered tequila shots. we accept. 9:22 pm: because the tequila shot wasn't enough, obviously, we shoot a double shot of vodka. i mean, why the hell not? oh, did i mention we hadn't eaten anything all day? right... 9:58 pm: we arrive at beauty bar to meet our concert going friends. we invite our buddy jaegermeister to mingle with mr. tequila and the vodka twins. two more vodka tonics and a beer later, and we were ready to roll out to irving plaza for the built to spill show. 11:15 pm: built to spill starts to kick some serious ass, and the $5 budweiser cans beat the shit out of my bank account and liver in what i like to call "maybe the most kick ass live show i've ever seen in an intimate venue." 12:00 am: i proceed to drop a clove cigarette on the ground and soak a portion of it in beer, then attempt to light the filter. seemingly vanquished, i rip off the filter and smoke it au natural. 1 something: we go upstairs to some bar i can't remember the name of but like to call "the place where i had those vodka tonics that made me do the shit that i end up doing that i haven't told you about yet." i think around 2 but who the hell knows: we end up at the thirsty scholar where i discover that the bartender is an old friend of mine from high school who i haven't talked to in about nine years. while talking with her i realize mike is talking to this totally hot chick who's name was "god, i'm such an idiot, why didn't i get that girl's phone number?" well, maybe that wasn't her name, but that what mike kept saying all weekend. half past a monkey's ass: somehow, i ended up outside the bar, talking to some drunk hot chick (about what i have absolutely no idea). my next conscious thoughts are as follows: getting out of the cab with my friends and leaving her in it... going back to our friend's building to pick our stuff up that we'd left with the doorman... and then this happened -- roughly 6:45 am: i'm standing in front of a door trying to open it. strange that it wont open. i hear dogs barking. not really sure why. an old woman answers the door. this really hasn't struck me as being odd yet. after repeated attempts to convince her to let me use her bathroom, mike's friend, who we're staying with, comes and gets me, at which point i realize that i'm really not at all where i want to be. oh, apparently, on my way out of the apartment, i also stepped on mike's friend who had been sleeping on the floor because i comandeered his bed. i'm about as cool as aids. Saturday 5/14 10:45 am: mike makes me wake up to go to the mets/cardinals game. my super ultra hangover does not want to cooperate. 12 pm: i eat the most satisfying hot dog and ice cream sundae of my life. thank you shea stadium. 4:30 pm: the mets lose. go figure. the rest of the weekend: an outdoor barbecue and beer, talking to cute girls, the greatest shower i've ever taken, kick ass thai food, more live music, more drinking, more meeting a lot of mike's friends that i don't know, and more being out until 4 am. man, i love new york... see you next weekend for mets/yankees and thievery corporation! only thing i was disappointed about: we never got any white castle. |
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