7 days in NYC
Tuesday.
Shanks, Underwood and I started the day off with general disrespect for authority. We all hit the Hooters with Seth and Jackie for wings, since Shanks had been disappointed by our failure to procure wings at 1849 the previous night. Developed new ways to screw with our bosses. Then I disappeared for a bit, cooked, etc. Met back up with Seth and Jackie much later in the night at PJ Carneys. Tried to convince Jackie to wear left-over steak as a bikini for Seth since we missed Steak and BJ day. Somehow, this eventually resulted in her finally admitting to dating him for the last 4 months. Not that we all didn't know, just that now Seth's fired and its not taboo for them to be dating. Jackie can read my mind, its freaky. I went on about Evayn's sister for entirely too long, but no one cared cuz we were all drunk. Custen joined us, and proved that once again, he is THE coolest manager on the planet, altho no one would ever know.
Wednesday.
Slept late. Doing laundry too quickly equals damp jeans for awhile on a cold day. Kneepads happened, but i had nothing to do with them. Scoured the city with the original Derek on a hunt for a book. Upper East, Upper West, Rockafeller center... 3 bookstores, but we finally found it. Got myself one as well. Neal Stephenson, my guilty pleasure. Then Lower East for too much thai food, followed by drinks with the usual suspects (Seth, Jackie, Derek, Colin, Shanks) in the usual spot (Puck Fair) resulting in unusual stomach sickness and vomiting in arguably one of the cleaner bar restrooms in NYC. My hand suffered a minor causalty of drunkeness as well, and with any luck I'll have a nice lil burn scar. One day i will have to really bar-fight Tim for being an ass. Aside from him, Cha rejoined the ranks of our drunken crew after a stint in the hospital for some weird infection in his jaw, Matty K and Custen showed up, which is always a rowdy surprise... and I do think we got Lindsay out of her shell finally, which is a larger victory than we take credit for. The guests of honor for the evening were Michael and Evayn, who are becoming full geniuses, and therefore will be required to get drunk with us more often. And where Evayn goes, Underwood goes, so Jersey was well represented. The other Derrick, the only bisexual mexican jew with a paritally balding, fuzzy fo-hawk I know, showed up as well, to round out the core of my NYC crew. Now you've met them.
Alot of these were taken at another party that was not this week...
Seth and Jackie
Shanks with a shot of Seth's epic plaid shorts
Cha(rles), Matty K and Derek - Derek likes being in the foreground looking snobby
Derek with James in the background (hes not mentioned cuz he wasn't out with us this week)
Jorgen and Evayn - aka the most awkard picture ever
Lindsay
Underwood
Tim- Angry as usual
Michael
Thursday.
Didn't exist.
Friday.
The best intentions went astray and I ended up in unfamilair tourist-owned terrirtory. Midtown at its worst, but alcohol at its best. Yet it wasn't me who was drinking. It was the "extended" NYC crew. In addition to all the people listed on wednesday (minus Underwood, whos absence allowed for possabilities his presence usually limits), this was probably the largest collection of Apple folk ever. ALL of my bosses were drunker than I could possibly imagine them. My highest direct manager told me to fuck off (jokingly). Ben Nadius, aka Jim Belushi Jr. carried on a 3 hour conversation with... himself? Nina, the most scandelous human being alive, was there. Jorgen, the viking, consumed enough alchohol to kill me, and ended up lifting countless people into the air, and awkwardly trying to solicit sex with gay men, but balanced his sexual status by grabbing one of my female bosses asses. Just about everyone else I work with was there to take it all in. Shanks fell over on his roommate (the one hes not fucking). Jackie hit on me as usual, but Derek hitting on me was unusual. I avoided them both to pursue useful things and of course to search for my own demise. Gorillas and cats ruled the bar. Wallstreet exploded on the scene, but our spirits and the spirits could not be held back. We stayed til close. Kryptonite resulted in my finally having a drink, but just one. Awful midtown muffins and a ham and provolone (the gentlemen's cheese) sandwich served as a poor nightcap, but a fitting end. The conversation saved the night anyways. And of course the sky made a slightly untimely, but welcomed appearance on my way home.
Saturday.
Colin achieved the nickname of "Robin" due to his sidekickey-ness, and the tendency for Jackie to refer to him as "the boy wonder." The adventure really started with the success of the second steak night, and our wearing-shorts-in-cold-weather revolution in tribute to Seth, the man who owns no pants, only plaid shorts... and is the only one on earth who can pull the look off. After work, the taxi driver offered to help Shanks, Colin and Myself rob a bank, but we just wanted to go to union square, so he fulfilled his getaway driver fantasies by getting us there in roughly 4 minutes. Which left us enough time to aquire and smuggle rolling rock in Colin's man-purse (would dick grayson call it a utility purse?) into the theater to watch the most visually stunning massacre ever told. We left like badasses, full of beer and popcorn, with the night still young enough to conquer the L-train into Brooklyn. Colin's ass was also appearantly still "filled with beef." Steak night will do that. Our first stop, we were drenched in a sea of hipsters, and forced to retreat from a crowded ex-pool supply store masquerading as a Williamsberg night spot. Shorts-clad, we made our way toward the east river and eventually met up with our own personal Leonidas, Seth. He is shorter in person. I gave he and Jackie the pez dispenser we had purchased for them earlier... they were entirely too excited about this. When the bar closed, Shanks had intentions on his home in Bed-Sty, and tempted us to follow with promises of white castle. Sometimes I forget there is a white castle a block from my house that I don't go to because chicken rings give me explosive diherria that usually burns like fire due to the tabasco sauce. This was one of those forgetful times. The fact that it was 5a did not stop our fearless leader from acquiring significantly more beer. Shank's roommate (the one he's not fucking) had her skank friend on his couch so crashing there ended up being out of the question. So we had some beers, then piled into a cab, over the Brooklyn Bridge at dawn, up the FDR along the East river... and back to SpaHa. Colin crashed on the futon in my living room since he doesnt live near SpaHa. This was slightly awkward when the White Castle delievered on it's promise in the middle of the night, and I had to sneak by him so I wouldn't wake him up to hear my violent noises from the bathroom.
Sunday.
Hangovers make 3pm feel like 6am. Mostly just sick to my stomach tho really. We figured we'd eat healthy to make up for it, so we went to Wendy's. Shanks somehow got more food than me for half the cost. The shorts revolution/tribute continued. Poker night at Kelly's post-work. Kelly's is also in union square, but we N-trained it after the cab we took down there last night was like something out of Crazy Taxi. I busted Colin out on the second hand and he went home shortly after. I busted Elijah, twice. This feels good because Elijah is good at poker and mostly a horrible person. He was fired from Apple for sexual harrasment several months ago, but still hangs out at poker. We were joined by Will, who was new to our game, but obviously not new to Poker. Will was also fired by Apple, but more recently than Elijah, for just not showing up for 5 days. I think you could debate he quit. Shanks, Chip, Will, Kelly and I played til 4:30am-ish, when i eventually busted everyone but Will and we called the game. Chip had been conspicuously absent from our adventures recently... probably cuz hes stuck on the morning shift. He's usually our beer-snob and also considered one of my core NYC friends. He has a nickname also, as if someone named Chip needs a nickname, but its Alvin. Dunkin's with Chip and Shanks, then 6-train home, hundred bucks richer.
Monday.
Worked til after 4am (13 hours, ick) to finish a kickass lil project at work. Went home exhausted, only to start all over again.
Which brings me to today... fortunately it was just a normal, boring day at work, come home, journal, sleep etc. I feel like its been a week since I could slow down long enough to just sit around my apartment and collect my thoughts. Its the first day all week really that I've been home more than just to sleep. I had to cheat sleep friday night because I was inspired to post my thoughts on here. Feels good to be experiencing so much of NYC recently... but really exhausting. So much stuff happening made me want to post about my life tho, so if youre interested, this is what its like in NYC, for me at least. I'm making the most of it, and yeah, I know I drink too much (but really, it was only 3 days in the last 9 or 10 and I had 4 days off from work this week to make up for it). i'm not an alcoholic because I don't go to meetings.
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Shanks, Underwood and I started the day off with general disrespect for authority. We all hit the Hooters with Seth and Jackie for wings, since Shanks had been disappointed by our failure to procure wings at 1849 the previous night. Developed new ways to screw with our bosses. Then I disappeared for a bit, cooked, etc. Met back up with Seth and Jackie much later in the night at PJ Carneys. Tried to convince Jackie to wear left-over steak as a bikini for Seth since we missed Steak and BJ day. Somehow, this eventually resulted in her finally admitting to dating him for the last 4 months. Not that we all didn't know, just that now Seth's fired and its not taboo for them to be dating. Jackie can read my mind, its freaky. I went on about Evayn's sister for entirely too long, but no one cared cuz we were all drunk. Custen joined us, and proved that once again, he is THE coolest manager on the planet, altho no one would ever know.
Wednesday.
Slept late. Doing laundry too quickly equals damp jeans for awhile on a cold day. Kneepads happened, but i had nothing to do with them. Scoured the city with the original Derek on a hunt for a book. Upper East, Upper West, Rockafeller center... 3 bookstores, but we finally found it. Got myself one as well. Neal Stephenson, my guilty pleasure. Then Lower East for too much thai food, followed by drinks with the usual suspects (Seth, Jackie, Derek, Colin, Shanks) in the usual spot (Puck Fair) resulting in unusual stomach sickness and vomiting in arguably one of the cleaner bar restrooms in NYC. My hand suffered a minor causalty of drunkeness as well, and with any luck I'll have a nice lil burn scar. One day i will have to really bar-fight Tim for being an ass. Aside from him, Cha rejoined the ranks of our drunken crew after a stint in the hospital for some weird infection in his jaw, Matty K and Custen showed up, which is always a rowdy surprise... and I do think we got Lindsay out of her shell finally, which is a larger victory than we take credit for. The guests of honor for the evening were Michael and Evayn, who are becoming full geniuses, and therefore will be required to get drunk with us more often. And where Evayn goes, Underwood goes, so Jersey was well represented. The other Derrick, the only bisexual mexican jew with a paritally balding, fuzzy fo-hawk I know, showed up as well, to round out the core of my NYC crew. Now you've met them.
Alot of these were taken at another party that was not this week...
Seth and Jackie
Shanks with a shot of Seth's epic plaid shorts
Cha(rles), Matty K and Derek - Derek likes being in the foreground looking snobby
Derek with James in the background (hes not mentioned cuz he wasn't out with us this week)
Jorgen and Evayn - aka the most awkard picture ever
Lindsay
Underwood
Tim- Angry as usual
Michael
Thursday.
Didn't exist.
Friday.
The best intentions went astray and I ended up in unfamilair tourist-owned terrirtory. Midtown at its worst, but alcohol at its best. Yet it wasn't me who was drinking. It was the "extended" NYC crew. In addition to all the people listed on wednesday (minus Underwood, whos absence allowed for possabilities his presence usually limits), this was probably the largest collection of Apple folk ever. ALL of my bosses were drunker than I could possibly imagine them. My highest direct manager told me to fuck off (jokingly). Ben Nadius, aka Jim Belushi Jr. carried on a 3 hour conversation with... himself? Nina, the most scandelous human being alive, was there. Jorgen, the viking, consumed enough alchohol to kill me, and ended up lifting countless people into the air, and awkwardly trying to solicit sex with gay men, but balanced his sexual status by grabbing one of my female bosses asses. Just about everyone else I work with was there to take it all in. Shanks fell over on his roommate (the one hes not fucking). Jackie hit on me as usual, but Derek hitting on me was unusual. I avoided them both to pursue useful things and of course to search for my own demise. Gorillas and cats ruled the bar. Wallstreet exploded on the scene, but our spirits and the spirits could not be held back. We stayed til close. Kryptonite resulted in my finally having a drink, but just one. Awful midtown muffins and a ham and provolone (the gentlemen's cheese) sandwich served as a poor nightcap, but a fitting end. The conversation saved the night anyways. And of course the sky made a slightly untimely, but welcomed appearance on my way home.
Saturday.
Colin achieved the nickname of "Robin" due to his sidekickey-ness, and the tendency for Jackie to refer to him as "the boy wonder." The adventure really started with the success of the second steak night, and our wearing-shorts-in-cold-weather revolution in tribute to Seth, the man who owns no pants, only plaid shorts... and is the only one on earth who can pull the look off. After work, the taxi driver offered to help Shanks, Colin and Myself rob a bank, but we just wanted to go to union square, so he fulfilled his getaway driver fantasies by getting us there in roughly 4 minutes. Which left us enough time to aquire and smuggle rolling rock in Colin's man-purse (would dick grayson call it a utility purse?) into the theater to watch the most visually stunning massacre ever told. We left like badasses, full of beer and popcorn, with the night still young enough to conquer the L-train into Brooklyn. Colin's ass was also appearantly still "filled with beef." Steak night will do that. Our first stop, we were drenched in a sea of hipsters, and forced to retreat from a crowded ex-pool supply store masquerading as a Williamsberg night spot. Shorts-clad, we made our way toward the east river and eventually met up with our own personal Leonidas, Seth. He is shorter in person. I gave he and Jackie the pez dispenser we had purchased for them earlier... they were entirely too excited about this. When the bar closed, Shanks had intentions on his home in Bed-Sty, and tempted us to follow with promises of white castle. Sometimes I forget there is a white castle a block from my house that I don't go to because chicken rings give me explosive diherria that usually burns like fire due to the tabasco sauce. This was one of those forgetful times. The fact that it was 5a did not stop our fearless leader from acquiring significantly more beer. Shank's roommate (the one he's not fucking) had her skank friend on his couch so crashing there ended up being out of the question. So we had some beers, then piled into a cab, over the Brooklyn Bridge at dawn, up the FDR along the East river... and back to SpaHa. Colin crashed on the futon in my living room since he doesnt live near SpaHa. This was slightly awkward when the White Castle delievered on it's promise in the middle of the night, and I had to sneak by him so I wouldn't wake him up to hear my violent noises from the bathroom.
Sunday.
Hangovers make 3pm feel like 6am. Mostly just sick to my stomach tho really. We figured we'd eat healthy to make up for it, so we went to Wendy's. Shanks somehow got more food than me for half the cost. The shorts revolution/tribute continued. Poker night at Kelly's post-work. Kelly's is also in union square, but we N-trained it after the cab we took down there last night was like something out of Crazy Taxi. I busted Colin out on the second hand and he went home shortly after. I busted Elijah, twice. This feels good because Elijah is good at poker and mostly a horrible person. He was fired from Apple for sexual harrasment several months ago, but still hangs out at poker. We were joined by Will, who was new to our game, but obviously not new to Poker. Will was also fired by Apple, but more recently than Elijah, for just not showing up for 5 days. I think you could debate he quit. Shanks, Chip, Will, Kelly and I played til 4:30am-ish, when i eventually busted everyone but Will and we called the game. Chip had been conspicuously absent from our adventures recently... probably cuz hes stuck on the morning shift. He's usually our beer-snob and also considered one of my core NYC friends. He has a nickname also, as if someone named Chip needs a nickname, but its Alvin. Dunkin's with Chip and Shanks, then 6-train home, hundred bucks richer.
Monday.
Worked til after 4am (13 hours, ick) to finish a kickass lil project at work. Went home exhausted, only to start all over again.
Which brings me to today... fortunately it was just a normal, boring day at work, come home, journal, sleep etc. I feel like its been a week since I could slow down long enough to just sit around my apartment and collect my thoughts. Its the first day all week really that I've been home more than just to sleep. I had to cheat sleep friday night because I was inspired to post my thoughts on here. Feels good to be experiencing so much of NYC recently... but really exhausting. So much stuff happening made me want to post about my life tho, so if youre interested, this is what its like in NYC, for me at least. I'm making the most of it, and yeah, I know I drink too much (but really, it was only 3 days in the last 9 or 10 and I had 4 days off from work this week to make up for it). i'm not an alcoholic because I don't go to meetings.
.<3