hey guys! lets go to a hookah bar!
i almost forgot how much i hate hookah bars and the entire "lifestyle", if you will, surrounding them until last night.
after seeing monster with marie and kristin, which was HORRIBLE, like, i got physically ill and cried all the way to the bathroom after it, we were approached by these serious hicks from the boondocks of connecticut. this group was led by some kid that everyone called "prego...you know! like the tomato sauce!" and were already trashed by the time we met them. but of course, it was their small-town-kids-big-night-in-the-city and they wanted to get as wrecked as possible so they could say they went to new york city and got really really drunk. i know i sound like a TOTAL nyc snob right now, but i assure you, if you met these kids, even if you werent from the city, you would be too. they were just asking for it. so they were constantly asking us "where the drinks were" and someone mentions...SAHARA EAST! i cant really explain why i hate hookah bars so much, i just do. i just hate how all the excessively rich kids flock there in their uggs and mini skirts and trucker hats and blown out hair and louis vuittons and big huge ass silver watches (for the guys) and stand outside calling all their friends to tell them where it is because its below 23rd st and hence scary and they go in to be all badass kids who drink but still manage to waste serious money doing so. sorry to anyone who is a patron of such places, its just how i feel. no hard feelings. so we go there and its crowded and there arent any tables so we went back outside. at this point, prego was being sooo annoying and exasperating that i walked away into a bodega to buy myself a diet pepsi. im seriously addicted, it calmed me right down. and then everyone there thought it was soooo weird that we were all drinking diet pepsi. we walked them up 1st avenue so they could buy some drinks and they went into a bodega and bought stuff. then, prego saunters out and reaches into his black plastic bag and pulls out a bottle and starts drinking it on the street! on 14th st. and 1st ave., prego starts chugging away at his beer. i couldnt believe it. we just walked away. and that was the end of that.
i guess it sounds really stupid now but it was a maaaajor piss off at the time.
after seeing monster with marie and kristin, which was HORRIBLE, like, i got physically ill and cried all the way to the bathroom after it, we were approached by these serious hicks from the boondocks of connecticut. this group was led by some kid that everyone called "prego...you know! like the tomato sauce!" and were already trashed by the time we met them. but of course, it was their small-town-kids-big-night-in-the-city and they wanted to get as wrecked as possible so they could say they went to new york city and got really really drunk. i know i sound like a TOTAL nyc snob right now, but i assure you, if you met these kids, even if you werent from the city, you would be too. they were just asking for it. so they were constantly asking us "where the drinks were" and someone mentions...SAHARA EAST! i cant really explain why i hate hookah bars so much, i just do. i just hate how all the excessively rich kids flock there in their uggs and mini skirts and trucker hats and blown out hair and louis vuittons and big huge ass silver watches (for the guys) and stand outside calling all their friends to tell them where it is because its below 23rd st and hence scary and they go in to be all badass kids who drink but still manage to waste serious money doing so. sorry to anyone who is a patron of such places, its just how i feel. no hard feelings. so we go there and its crowded and there arent any tables so we went back outside. at this point, prego was being sooo annoying and exasperating that i walked away into a bodega to buy myself a diet pepsi. im seriously addicted, it calmed me right down. and then everyone there thought it was soooo weird that we were all drinking diet pepsi. we walked them up 1st avenue so they could buy some drinks and they went into a bodega and bought stuff. then, prego saunters out and reaches into his black plastic bag and pulls out a bottle and starts drinking it on the street! on 14th st. and 1st ave., prego starts chugging away at his beer. i couldnt believe it. we just walked away. and that was the end of that.
i guess it sounds really stupid now but it was a maaaajor piss off at the time.