Tuesday, December 22, 2009

in newww yorrrk




went on a mini vaycay down to nyc this past weekend with one of my buddies from home to visit another friend from home. i'm surprised we made it considering we were trying to get down there on the front end of a small blizzard but our bus driver came through. i guess bus pilot school really paid off.

i'm not sure if any of you have tried walking outside when there's a blizzard out. don't. it's not worth it. you will never win. the four blocks from where we hopped off the mta to the apartment was absolutely miserable. i couldn't feel my face and there was nowhere to take shelter. i just felt confused and wanted it to end.

the original plan after we got to the apartment was to head out to an open bar nearby. i'll be honest though. i've never been a huge fan of open bars. you either leave and want to cough up your guts or you feel like an asshole for paying $35 for two bud lights. its a lose lose. lucky for me it didn't pan out that way. instead we went to a bar across the street. positives: no cover. negatives: reeked of vomit. hey you can't win everything.

i ended up chatting with this adorable girl working at the bar. she was doing the whole sign people up for a contest to win drinks thing. it's ridiculous how much information you have to give. they ask for your name, your phone number, your email address, the first school you attended, your mother's maiden name and a whole lot more nonsensical bullshit. i figure after all that effort i should at least come away with some sort of prize like a stuffed animal or something.

back to the girlie though. she ended up sharing her life story with me throughout the night. her job at the bar was one of three jobs she had. she just turned 20. she works a job at a pet store. she lives in connecticut. she's still in school. she takes delivery orders at an italian restaurant. she wants to be an actress in hollywood. wow. sensory overload.

i couldn't deny how cute and huggable she was though so i ended up getting her number and i texted her the next day: 'hey megan. its your best friend from the bar last night. if you remember my name you're invited to come out with me and my buddies tonight :)'

no response. fuck. maybe i came on too strong.

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