-Left my house at 4:45pm
-Drove to the liquor store and purchased a 40 of OE...
-Made friends with the cashier cuz he loved that I was buying a 40. Told me it brought him back to his college days. Learned that back in the day instead of drinking the 40 down to the label and filling it with orange juice to make a brass monkey, him and his buddies used to fill it back up with Guiness and make something of a black & tan. When I try it I'll let you know how it is.
-Drove to the train station, parked my car in the 2hr parking zone, and caught a train going into the city to celebrate Kim's birthday.
-Drank my 40 on the train while being judged by every other passenger. Loved every second of it.
-Met up with Taylor Borda, Kim Jacobson, Cory Petermann, and Christie Fries.
-Kim/Cory/Christie wanted to see the Rockefeller Center tree. Taylor and I said eff that, found a McDonalds, asked for 2 cups, and then split another 40... the classiest of drinking environments for the classiest of drinks.
-Met back up with Kim/Cory/Christie and Kim's other friends.
-Went to one bar...
-Went to a more expensive bar...
-Headed towards Penn Station to get the 1am train home. Ran into Batman...
-Stopped in a deli to eat some shitty food.
-Stopped at a street vendor to eat some more shitty food
-Arrived at Penn Station. Got repeatedly yelled at by some freaky lady for blocking up the stairs even though it was quite easy for people to walk down past us.
-Decided to ditch the train to go meet up with my friend Doug and continue drinking.
-Went to some weird German bar to meet up with another friend who's birthday it was. Got some german beer. About three sips in my stomach started doing flips.
-Walked to the bathroom and proceeded to throw up all the shitty food I had eaten.
-Got kicked out of the bar for puking.
-Went to anther bar and ran into "Blah Blah Blah" (I think only a select group of people will know who I'm talking about)
-Left that bar and ventured into a strip club. Fun Fact: Strip clubs are fun... until its closing time. Then it becomes kinda pathetic. At that point the strippers are trying to scrounge up any personal dances they can. So literally every two seconds a stripper is coming up to you asking if you want a lap dance and as soon as you hint that the answer might be no they peace out faster than kbye.
-Left the strip club and headed back to Doug's apartment where we watched planet earth until we fell asleep... no homo.
-Woke up, felt like shit, realized I spent at least $75 the night before, cried internally, made the long journey home (praying the entire time that my car hadn't been towed and/or ticketed), got back to my car (it was neither towed or ticketed), thanked god, drove home, and passed out for several hours....
Solid night.
That sounds more like a series of awesome events.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the "kicked out of a bar club." It's a very elite group of individuals who have been kicked out of a bar at some point in their life.
Feel free to put that on your resume. I am sure it will land you a job in the near future.
changed the title just for you
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