Random texts on a random night in New York City
Luckily I ran from the train station to meet my friend (of course I was running late anyway). It started raining right after I made it inside.
We’re at Stanton Public outside in the back getting wet under the umbrellas. So much for protection. Some white guy douche trying to flirt with us. No free drinks here though. Glad I brought my own stash. Just met the owner. I wonder if he knows I’m not actually drinking water.
Ah an old favorite, but I won’t say the name since it’s not it’s usual best… tonight it’s filled with jocks and bridge and tunnel types who aren’t all that friendly. What a waste of comfy couches and a rough, edgy vibe.
On to some cheesy looking all white restaurant. Just a quick food stop for my friend. Over-priced though. Makes me lose my appetite. I think I’ll stick to my “water” and try to catch a bite at another place soon.
My friend had to take out some money at her old deli place (near where she used to live). Almost bought a banana, but then I realized.. Shit! I left my bag at the cheesy looking white restaurant. Food will have to wait.
Thank goodness, bag was still right where I left it. Couldn’t leave my water behind.
Next stop, awesome wine place. Just what I was looking for. Shrimp apps are delicious. Finally something to soak up all the rum “water” I’ve been drinking. Didn’t realize I had so much. Luckily I brought the smaller bottle.
Now that I have some food in my belly, I can enjoy some wine too. Asian girls who live by are a lot friendlier than most people all night long. It’s only now that is seems like the lower east side I remember.
Hey we might as well stop at Katra.
Or maybe not… some stupid guy smoking my cig, now says he doesn’t even smoke anyway. How annoying is that?
Okay, now this is getting ridiculous. Some guy grabbed me so I grabbed him back, held on really tight, squeezed pretty darn hard, screamed No! at him and stuck my middle finger at him. I wasn’t going to let him get away with it. Too often I just let that shit go and they think they can do whatever the fuck they want. I didn’t let him leave my sight until the bouncers got involved. Man I was pumped. No one was going to mess with me.
Okay, time to leave. Hispanic guy who doesn’t smoke but asked for a cigarette anyway earlier now tried to kiss me goodbye when he saw me heading off. Woah. Fuck off I told him. Grabbed my friend now that she finally got sick of some random guy pressing his penis against her and calling it dancing… Off to the next place.
Random stop number what? Luckily the last place didn’t kill my party mood, or maybe lucky we found this band place. So awesome and spacious I had to do a cartwheel… I happened to be wearing my mini dress and wedge heels. Yeah that seems kind of crazy. I probably wouldn’t have done it with other heels on. Wedge heels are pretty sturdy so it was okay.
Sexy band just cause the leader was all sweaty and fit looking like he was working out with every note he belted out… gets your heart pumping more. That’s the great thing about watching a live band. You can fall in love with life in an instant.
Now where to? 4am and not a clue where to next, but not ready to call it a night. Walking around aimlessly might possibly help.
Oh, what do you know some Brits started talking to us and offered to buy us some beers. So we followed them to a bodega and then a nearby park and sat down to enjoy sharing a sick pack while the light of dawn came up. How romantic??
That was a lot of drinking. I had to pee and so did the other Brit, but he had a shy bladder. I had to show him how to pee fearlessly against the tree.
Okay, 530, buzz is wearing off. Time to go home. I guess it’s going to be a long way home with all the weekend train problems lately. Maybe I can doze off and eventually I’ll get home.
Wow, now I am awake! I was on the train for who knows how long, dozing off, when I realized I had to pee really bad again. I got up and got out of the train, not knowing or caring where I was, started up the stairs to the outside world, went up to a vestibule without a booth, found no one around, so I just peed right there in the vestibule! Ha ha! Then I went back downstairs to try to get back on the train and realized I was actually at a station with a better transfer direct to my house, got on that train which was right there just waiting for me, lay down and fell asleep till suddenly I was at my home station just like that. Magic happens on a random night out.
Next day my friend got a text from someone she’s not sure who. Probably the guy who was grinding his penis against her. I told her it must be love. Not sure what ever became of that “connection.”
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