It’s safe to say I’m no stranger to a bar or a party. I like to go out and luckily, I’m good at it. So, when my long time friend who also resides in NYC asked me to go out I thought, great! The only thing holding me back is going to be my budget, let’s go. The plan was to meet her at her East Village apartment about 9pm for a little pre game session and to the bars we would go. Let’s remember when I moved, I brought whatever I could fit in 3 suitcases – I mostly brought work clothes. So, after piecing together an outfit that didn’t look completely like I just fell out of the boardroom, I was off. I got inside, she poured me a glass of wine and I settled in on the couch next to her boyfriend. We stuck around her apartment until at least 11pm before finally heading out to the bar which I learned was just a pit stop; our final destination was a house party. The bar was trendy so you can imagine it was ridiculously crowded but I could handle it, the 2 hour pregame left me feeling tickly and fancy! About 12:30am the team was ready to move on to the main event, the birthday party. After getting in an argument with a psychic, stopping at a liquor store for some Stella and walking up about 10,000 steps we were at the party – 1:30am. You know how there is always a point in the night you look back on the next day and say, “Yep, that’s where I made the wrong turn.” Well, this is similar at this point in the night the party gods hit the fast forward button on the evening and looking back, my memories of the rest of the night literally appear in fast forward. After knocking over the contents of the home bar, it was declared that we should head back out – with the entire party in tow. After a lot of fast forwarding, I poured myself into my little twin bed at The Pod Hotel and as I drifted off to sleep, I tried to convince myself I only stayed out so late because it was my first weekend in town.
- Inside the Birthday apartment, in an aquarium was a huge pet snake
- At some point in the evening a friend from high school got engaged – I asked her if I could be a bridesmaid, I’m still awaiting her response
- Multiple cab rides and destinations I will never again recognize
- Dancing – it wasn’t as fast as I remember it.
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