Almost doesn't count.
Ok. Last night.. crazy. Went to Chelsea's and Baywatch shows up.. I bring a bottle of wine and we're watching sex n the city and I'm thinking.. let's go. Let's hop on a train and go into the city and get tattoos or something. Mind you, it's 11pm. So we go. And we get there, and we're walking.. and walking.. stopped at the Ray's Pizza, dono if it's really famous.. but it's been in some stuff.. Couldn't find a parlor to save our lives, asked a couple older dudes and they totally talked us out of it. Got to the train station, saw Mark- the bartender from Stout's.. introduced him with the wrong name.. felt like an ass. Got on the train with these stupid fucken people. Because that's a rule in NY. You will never ride the LIRR without some asshole in your cart. So first they try to go into the closed, pitch black cart, and the lady comes in and goes, "what're you doing, that's closed. Don't go in there." But pissed. So she walks away, and the couple goes in. And I'm the only one facing the door.. and I'm like, guys they definitely just went in there to have sex. So we're talking and I go.. "the lights just went on in there.. they definitely turned on all the lights.." And here comes the mad conductor, with no shame.. walks up to the door while they're putting their clothes on, opens it and asks them if she hadn't told them it was closed. Besides being cool people, the girl later cries her eyes out because her friend has her car keys and she's going to get a ticket and her dad is going to kill her apparently. Cries. Like, you want to hit a bitch. And here we are Friday, off from work.. sick still.. with not much to do.