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so this didn't happen last night but a few nights ago, but i feel it is a story worth telling. fist off, lets just say new york is ridiculous. a week or so ago i met up with matt and manisha at manisha's apartment to drink with some of her new friends at rockafeller (perhaps more on this crazy crowd in a later post) in her apartment. well when i got there they had decided to change venues and go to this larger apartment 10 blocks north. so we walked. we drank there for a while- i dont remember how much i had to drink, but i would say at least six drinks, very possibly more. then the decision is made to go to a bar. it was 12:30 or 1:00 at this point. matt and i were even a little wary of going out for more drinks at this point, but we were having a good time and, fuck, were in new york, live it up. oh, big sidenote here to amke things make more sense. i realized yesterday i had not told you all about this so here is the big news: matt and manisha are now dating. i know most of you probbly don't care, but it was big news for me. ok, so we are at the bar and around 2am the rockafeller people leave and matt and manisha say they are ready to go. now i had been talking to a couple in their 30's at the bar for at least 30 minutes now and was having a good time. and so i was reluctant to go. matt said "you know, you don't have to go." and it hit me, yeah i don't have to go. so i stayed. i ordered a white russian. the girlfirend told the bartender to put skyy vodka in my drink instead of the well vodka. i said thank you. then it came time to pay for her drink and this bar requires 10$ minimum on credit card purchases. so she opened a tab and put my drink on it. then she payed for my gin and tonic. they asked me if i smoke and i said "not really, except when im really drunk." so we went outside and had a cigarette. we talked until 4:00 which is when the bar was closing. so we went our separate ways- they down the street to their hotel, me 70 blocks north to harlem. but first i had to get to the subway. this was the scariest part because there was noone else on the street and i was way to drunk to defend myself. alas i got home at 5:30. ok, so two nights later (last thursday) i go to this teachers college bar event. it started at the boat basin, which is a pretty cool, but pricey, bar. we then moved on to jake's dilemma on 82nd and broadway. on thursday nights jake's has 10$ pitchers of beer or shots. so we got a pitcher of kamikazee's. this is a crazy deal. granted, they put a lot of ice in the pichers, but they also put al ot of booze. matt got a pitcher of beer once we swallowed the last of the japs. sidenote: i live on a floor with all girls and most of those girls are under the impression that there are no guys on the floor. at this point i had only met my neighbors and noone else on my fllor. but at the boat basin/jakes i met three suitemates from my floor. everything was going great. good conversation, all that. one girl was having trouble with her ipod so i said i could take a look at it. i told her to stop by anytime and illl answer as long as im not masterbating. she and her friend were like "woah, we jsut don't talk about things liek that." so i said "c'mon, you guys masterbate, don't you?" nope, no discussion was to be had. note however, that they didn't say no. i apologized to them as i did not mean to offend. then they got up to go to the bathroom. when they came back the announced they were going to leave. i thought i had scared them off- they said "no, were going to another bar, you wanna come?" i hemmed and hawed... and there was good 'ol matt- "man up david." so i chugged the rest of my beer and went. me, these three girls i jsut met and another girl i had met a week earlier. i asked my friends olivia and jeremy if they wanted to come and they said no. so the five of us get on the subway nd go to this bar near TC called Radio Perfecto. when we walk in i see olivia and jeremy inside already enjoying a drink. wtf? they too cab, thought i was going home. cool. so i hang out with them, order a beer. then this black guy walks in with a group of friends, and he's buying. hes asking this one guy what he wants, but his friend doesnt really want a drink. so i say "hey, if doesn't want it i'll take it." black guy gives me a "allright, yeah man." i think nothing of this, but five minutes later a long island ice tea makes its way in front of me. i havent even finished my beer at this point. this is where i should have stopped, but idrank the drink and carried on. i go over to thank the BG and offer to buy him a drink. i notice that they are trying to give away a shot of some sort and noone will take it. so i do, to a round of applause. i had been accepted into their world. eventually everyone in the bar left except me and this black guy and his friends. i was talking to this black girl about racial inequality and what opportunities she had had. you know, your normal drunk talk (let me jut point out that i am an idiot). were having a good time. the bartented brings everyone but me a shot (he clearly knew all of them and not me so i didnt care). then some guy says lets go back to my place and well get somedrinks and smoke a little. he looks at me andsays "you can come too." so i go. this is where it starts to get hazy. i wake up the next morning wondering if that happened. did i really go to that guys room and try to smoke weed so drunk that when i went to smoke it i put the joint in the wrong way and burned my lip? no, thats crazy. i tongue my upper lip. ouch. fuuuuck. i think im still drunk. i need food. i go to the corner cart. not enough money. go home, get four quarters. get food .eat. good. check out my lip in the mirror. yup i got burned. i start to clean up my clothing from the night before, which were strewn about the floor. i was impressed that i managed to get my clothes off before going to sleep. i pick up my pants and feel two spherical objects inside one of the pockets. wha? i reah inside and feel the unmistakable texture of citrus rind. it hits me that before we went to this guys room we stopped at the store to get more beer. i mentioned i had stuff for margartas, so someone said to get limes. i did. $0.69. there was the 31 cents in my pocket too. im still not sure how i got home. since then i've taken a break on the late night antics. i don't like losing my memory lke that, though there is usually a good story to tell.