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OKay so I should have made this post when I was not pissed beyond belief but as someone recently told me, what am I supposed to do about it now?
So I went to New York City on Tuesday and came back on Wednesday. This was a trip filled with awesome and win.
First I took the metro down to Chinatown in DC and got on the sketchy Chinatown bus. I think I would have been far more creeped out if I hadn't spent the majority of the year traveling in India. As it was it was kind of living up to my traveling status quo. The driver told us that we were all adults and that he was going to stop for a cigarette break and if we wandered off he was going to leave our adult asses on the roadside. He then proceeded to play a movie which was so graphic I seriously considered tell him I was going to throw up if he didn't turn it off.
But then I got to New York and the bus driver pretty much dropped us off at a street corner in downtown Manhattan and was like "Peace." So I called up John and we proceeded to play Marco Polo (or our own special version Duck Duck) through the streets of New York City until we found each other.
We had a great day in New York just chillin', we went to Chinatown and Little Italy where we bought aviators and fedoras (to blend in with the locals, of course). The first store we went into also had Hi-Chews, this awesome Japaneses candy that is made of pure win.
We met up with my friend Amanda F. who I worked with in India and is an amazing human being; we had a great time just talking to her about things. I really miss talking to her on the ride home from All Bengal about things I would not normally talk to anyone about.
Then of course, was the main attraction - Bon Jovi at Madison Square Gardens. First of all let me say that he is an excellent performer, he knows exactly how to get a crowd worked up. Second let me say that this is the third time I've accidentally seen All American Rejects in concert. I guess I just have to start liking them because I have officially seen them more than any other band. I even bought one of their t-shirts, but that was purely for the Dinosaur to freaked-out -woman ratio (1:1).
I was exhausted by the second half of the concert and by the end I could barely stand but it says something about how music effects me that when he played the last song (my favorite, Living on a prayer) I was on my feet, screaming and jumping up and down like I was when I first got there. That high got me all the way back to John's house in Long Island where i promptly crashed for four hours before making the journey back to the City to get on the sketchy Chinatown bus back to DC.
All in all an awesome 48 hours.
The reason I am so pissed right now is that, though I knew we had vague plans to see the Dark Knight at some point, I did not expect Matt to wake me up at 11:10pm (note: I was already asleep) and say, aren't you coming? I was like, coming to what? And then he proceeds to tell me that Oh yeah, we have tickets to the Dark Knight and we're leaving now, get in the car or we're going to leave you. Since I had fallen asleep by accident and hadn't done any of a million things I had to get done for work tomorrow and Matt had not bothered to mention the movie or wake me up at a reasonable time I was unable to go. Just the latest in a life-long series of events I like to call "Matt is a irresponsible, self-centered jack ass".
So I went to New York City on Tuesday and came back on Wednesday. This was a trip filled with awesome and win.
First I took the metro down to Chinatown in DC and got on the sketchy Chinatown bus. I think I would have been far more creeped out if I hadn't spent the majority of the year traveling in India. As it was it was kind of living up to my traveling status quo. The driver told us that we were all adults and that he was going to stop for a cigarette break and if we wandered off he was going to leave our adult asses on the roadside. He then proceeded to play a movie which was so graphic I seriously considered tell him I was going to throw up if he didn't turn it off.
But then I got to New York and the bus driver pretty much dropped us off at a street corner in downtown Manhattan and was like "Peace." So I called up John and we proceeded to play Marco Polo (or our own special version Duck Duck) through the streets of New York City until we found each other.
We had a great day in New York just chillin', we went to Chinatown and Little Italy where we bought aviators and fedoras (to blend in with the locals, of course). The first store we went into also had Hi-Chews, this awesome Japaneses candy that is made of pure win.
We met up with my friend Amanda F. who I worked with in India and is an amazing human being; we had a great time just talking to her about things. I really miss talking to her on the ride home from All Bengal about things I would not normally talk to anyone about.
Then of course, was the main attraction - Bon Jovi at Madison Square Gardens. First of all let me say that he is an excellent performer, he knows exactly how to get a crowd worked up. Second let me say that this is the third time I've accidentally seen All American Rejects in concert. I guess I just have to start liking them because I have officially seen them more than any other band. I even bought one of their t-shirts, but that was purely for the Dinosaur to freaked-out -woman ratio (1:1).
I was exhausted by the second half of the concert and by the end I could barely stand but it says something about how music effects me that when he played the last song (my favorite, Living on a prayer) I was on my feet, screaming and jumping up and down like I was when I first got there. That high got me all the way back to John's house in Long Island where i promptly crashed for four hours before making the journey back to the City to get on the sketchy Chinatown bus back to DC.
All in all an awesome 48 hours.
The reason I am so pissed right now is that, though I knew we had vague plans to see the Dark Knight at some point, I did not expect Matt to wake me up at 11:10pm (note: I was already asleep) and say, aren't you coming? I was like, coming to what? And then he proceeds to tell me that Oh yeah, we have tickets to the Dark Knight and we're leaving now, get in the car or we're going to leave you. Since I had fallen asleep by accident and hadn't done any of a million things I had to get done for work tomorrow and Matt had not bothered to mention the movie or wake me up at a reasonable time I was unable to go. Just the latest in a life-long series of events I like to call "Matt is a irresponsible, self-centered jack ass".