omgwtf
so i'm in new york now (well jersey city technically at the moment, right).. and erin and i had a most surreal night. freaking horatio sanz freaking hit on us (yes, THAT horatio sanz) but i will get to that in a minute. we went to steph p.'s birthday celebration at a mexican restaurant on the lower east side, and that was neat. many a margarita was consumed. we had fun times. it was nice to finally meet the other steph. by the time we left, it was only 10 pm? and as cheryl has just moved into erin's place, and has a job she has to wake up for in the morning. so we figured we just might as well stay out all night as not to stumble in and disturb her. heh. so ... we went to some bar called "the magician" (haha) and had more drinks. it was only 10:45. sooo... we wound up going to the upright citizens brigade (i'm on a laptop and linking is too complicated for me, so deal) at the 11'oclock free show, "school night". turns out one of erin's friends was in the show (in a bunny suit +flava flav clock), so that was neat-o.
then, errr... we went to another bar. and random ucb people showed up. i finally met erin foley from the mr. show 'taint mansion' list that existed eons ago. heh, so that was neat-o as well. then our night got more surreal once erin was at the bar getting us more drinks, and dancing to an en vogue song, and the old guys next to her shouted "STEPHEN ROOT!" yeah, i guess that they were discussing newsradio. fascinating.
horatio showed up, as apparently he is wont to do, and started crushing a bag of doritos.
erin, [drunk]: "do you think you can do that because you're on TV?"
he just smiles. his watch was falling off. erin said something like, "your watch is falling off, and if it does, i'm keeping it." he says, "you like my bling?" and then there was a discussion about him buying her a pony. which he initiated. we were all pretty drunk.
so later, her friend brian and his friend (also an improv guy) came over and sat with us (with the aforementioned dorito bag, or maybe this was before that happened.. anyway), and then erin's boyfriend billy (who i should mention is also brian's best friend, and an improv dude, now living in LA, and is possibly reading this, so hey billy! {g}) called brian and they were talkin' it up. horatio wanted badly to speak to billy... uhh, horatio is slurring about, "HEYYYY BIIIILLLY WHOOO'D YOU MEEET THAT'S FAAAAAMOUS IN LA?" ..it was fairly random and odd.
so much later, after talking about going to doritoville and all kinds of whatnot, brian and his friend went to the bar, and we were... i don't even remember. we were hanging out. oh, i had just gone to the bathroom and i was coming back, and there was an old man sleeping in one of the booths. OHHHH yeah, he has fallen over off of a stool at the bar, earlier and horatio helped him up. it was fucking hysterical but sad at the same time. so i was coming back to the booth, and horatio is telling us to "walk this way, walk over here" away from the booths? he starts tugging on erin's beltloop.
"i like your pants."
her reply: "do people let you DO this to them?!"
his reply: "do people let you do this to you?!"
it was all pretty damn funny. he had these little green mardi gras beads:
"where'd you get your beads?"
"people give them to me."
so then erin goes to the bathroom and leaves me with the freaking leacher (lecher? leecher?) horatio.
he pins me against the wall and starts tugging on my shirt. now, i'm drunk, but not THAT drunk. i was wearing my local rabbits shirt.
"what does your shirt say."
"um it's a band, from canada."
"are you from canada."
"no, actually... i'm from rochester."
he stares me down, smiling, still having me pinned... for i swear to god at least 60 seconds. and then:
"don't be gay like that."
and that was my heee-larious night out. it will be interesting to see if we can surpass that in the weeks to come, but i'm sure we can...
then, errr... we went to another bar. and random ucb people showed up. i finally met erin foley from the mr. show 'taint mansion' list that existed eons ago. heh, so that was neat-o as well. then our night got more surreal once erin was at the bar getting us more drinks, and dancing to an en vogue song, and the old guys next to her shouted "STEPHEN ROOT!" yeah, i guess that they were discussing newsradio. fascinating.
horatio showed up, as apparently he is wont to do, and started crushing a bag of doritos.
erin, [drunk]: "do you think you can do that because you're on TV?"
he just smiles. his watch was falling off. erin said something like, "your watch is falling off, and if it does, i'm keeping it." he says, "you like my bling?" and then there was a discussion about him buying her a pony. which he initiated. we were all pretty drunk.
so later, her friend brian and his friend (also an improv guy) came over and sat with us (with the aforementioned dorito bag, or maybe this was before that happened.. anyway), and then erin's boyfriend billy (who i should mention is also brian's best friend, and an improv dude, now living in LA, and is possibly reading this, so hey billy! {g}) called brian and they were talkin' it up. horatio wanted badly to speak to billy... uhh, horatio is slurring about, "HEYYYY BIIIILLLY WHOOO'D YOU MEEET THAT'S FAAAAAMOUS IN LA?" ..it was fairly random and odd.
so much later, after talking about going to doritoville and all kinds of whatnot, brian and his friend went to the bar, and we were... i don't even remember. we were hanging out. oh, i had just gone to the bathroom and i was coming back, and there was an old man sleeping in one of the booths. OHHHH yeah, he has fallen over off of a stool at the bar, earlier and horatio helped him up. it was fucking hysterical but sad at the same time. so i was coming back to the booth, and horatio is telling us to "walk this way, walk over here" away from the booths? he starts tugging on erin's beltloop.
"i like your pants."
her reply: "do people let you DO this to them?!"
his reply: "do people let you do this to you?!"
it was all pretty damn funny. he had these little green mardi gras beads:
"where'd you get your beads?"
"people give them to me."
so then erin goes to the bathroom and leaves me with the freaking leacher (lecher? leecher?) horatio.
he pins me against the wall and starts tugging on my shirt. now, i'm drunk, but not THAT drunk. i was wearing my local rabbits shirt.
"what does your shirt say."
"um it's a band, from canada."
"are you from canada."
"no, actually... i'm from rochester."
he stares me down, smiling, still having me pinned... for i swear to god at least 60 seconds. and then:
"don't be gay like that."
and that was my heee-larious night out. it will be interesting to see if we can surpass that in the weeks to come, but i'm sure we can...