ok, enough celebrating
So.
Day 4 of my NYC trip was spent writhing around in Jade's bed.
I think last night was the most ridiculous night of my life. I have also never, ever been this drunk before.
Jade finished school yesterday, so we went out with some of her school friends, her boyfriend Tristan (a saint and angel), and Stephanie. We went to a happy hour at La Palapa, where I indulged in 2 for 1 margaritas (for the last time ever, possibly). Then we proceeded on to this ridiculous party I heard about at the swanky Soho Grand Hotel, 1 block from Jade's old work at Ideya, and 4 blocks from my old fashion world job at Oska. There, Tinsley Mortimer was hosting a party, a reception for these awful party photos that were on view at the Soho Grand, with a THREE HOUR OPEN BAR. The Soho Grand is a place where a beer costs $8. The champagne taste beer budget side of me went wild. I drank maybe 4 cosmos. I also saw a guy who had been at my opening in Brooklyn in January, so we chatted. He is adorable, and was really in to me. He's a "professional actor" and he also does bike tours of Central Park. He's about 50/50 cheeseball and fun, nice guy. I totally new yorked it and gave him my business card. Because he totally new yorked it and asked if I had a card. Ready for the kicker? He's on the VH1 TV show I Love New York. WTF? He's on a fucking VH1 reality show. While in my infirm state today I went to the VH1 website and watched an episode of his show. He was indeed on it.
And back to our night of debauchery. Stephanie and I made fun of Tinsely Mortimer and her entourage of admirers while standing beside them. I think I was better dressed - she was wearing a super unflattering dress. Shortly after this, my first black out must have occurred. The next thing I know, Stephanie was leaving after having gotten asked by a drag queen to shoot photos at his/her wedding. After Stephanie left, it was just Tristan, Jade, and I. We were apparently escorted by security out of the Soho Grand after someone found Jade puking in the bathroom. The Soho Grand is so ridiculous.
So we're escorted out. Some employee hails a taxi for us, and we get in. Jade doesn't look so good. The taxi driver says he won't take us because Jade will puke. I blurrily remember telling him off. Tristan told me I called him a dick, told him it was his job to take us to Brooklyn, and continued to curse at him and tell him what was up until finally I said to Tristan and Jade to get out this fucker's taxi, he would not have the privelege of taking us anywhere. The guy called me a bitch as he drove off and got stopped at the red light, and Tristan told me that I ran after him and told him off while he was stopped at the light. This is pretty incredible in my opinion. Tristan said it was awesome. I suppose that was the only cool thing I did post-3 hour open bar. The next taxi driver was absolutely nice. He knew we were sick. He said nothing, took us and took care of us. This is where things got bad for me. Yes, I puked out the window of a taxi. The next thing I remember is us stopping and getting out, Jade on the sidewalk and Tristan trying wrangle her to stand up. I tried to offer assistance and realized I was completely out of control. I asked Tristan which direction was their apartment, and I remember absolutely prancing down the sidewalk to there. Our taxi driver had been well tipped by me, I have no idea how much the ride cost, but it couldn't have been more than 12 and I had given him like 30 dollars, maybe. He had even helped Tristan carry Jade out of the taxi. That was a nice man.
And then I blacked out again. Tristan filled me in on terribleness that occurred. I wake up at 5 AM with no recollection of how I got to the bed I was in. Super ill.
I have never, ever been that drunk before. I have never blacked out, I have never not been able to remember what I had done. I have never puked while drinking.
Eventually we all woke up and pieced together our memories of the night. I sipped ginger ale and ate saltines. The hang over was almost gone already, but the damage I had done to my stomach in its delicate condition certainly wasn't. I couldn't keep anything in me. I lay in Jade's bed all day long, too unstable to even try to get a taxi home. Jade nursed me. I watched Spirited Away and Arrested Development all day. I found out I had sent a semi-embarassing text message to Everett. I was super self deprecating. I looked out the window every now and then at the view of the Empire State Building as my only consolation for this wasted day of my trip.
After some sleep, I felt able to try several remedies. Pepto Bismol, a papaya seed shake, and ginger tea. So far so good. It comes in waves. I was able to finally get in a taxi and ride to my house in Bushwick. If I am still in this condition tomorrow, I am going to be so angry with myself again, and I will have to go to a doctor. I suppose it's about that time that my stomach reminds me that hey, you have to take care of yourself. I should have recognized that I was in a health danger zone when I almost got sick after our night in Dayton. I'm just glad I know I'm moving back here soon, otherwise I would be really really really upset with myself. I also know that I will not be drinking the rest of this trip! I hope I'm with it enough tomorrow to go to the Columbia and Hunter MFA shows. I also would like to go to the PS 1 and to Coney Island. I suppose we shall see. I would also like to go on that dude's bike tour of Central Park. He sent me a pretty cute email today and said he would really like to see me when I get time. Back to taking care of myself. Little Basil the cat is keeping me company and being adorable.
Day 4 of my NYC trip was spent writhing around in Jade's bed.
I think last night was the most ridiculous night of my life. I have also never, ever been this drunk before.
Jade finished school yesterday, so we went out with some of her school friends, her boyfriend Tristan (a saint and angel), and Stephanie. We went to a happy hour at La Palapa, where I indulged in 2 for 1 margaritas (for the last time ever, possibly). Then we proceeded on to this ridiculous party I heard about at the swanky Soho Grand Hotel, 1 block from Jade's old work at Ideya, and 4 blocks from my old fashion world job at Oska. There, Tinsley Mortimer was hosting a party, a reception for these awful party photos that were on view at the Soho Grand, with a THREE HOUR OPEN BAR. The Soho Grand is a place where a beer costs $8. The champagne taste beer budget side of me went wild. I drank maybe 4 cosmos. I also saw a guy who had been at my opening in Brooklyn in January, so we chatted. He is adorable, and was really in to me. He's a "professional actor" and he also does bike tours of Central Park. He's about 50/50 cheeseball and fun, nice guy. I totally new yorked it and gave him my business card. Because he totally new yorked it and asked if I had a card. Ready for the kicker? He's on the VH1 TV show I Love New York. WTF? He's on a fucking VH1 reality show. While in my infirm state today I went to the VH1 website and watched an episode of his show. He was indeed on it.
And back to our night of debauchery. Stephanie and I made fun of Tinsely Mortimer and her entourage of admirers while standing beside them. I think I was better dressed - she was wearing a super unflattering dress. Shortly after this, my first black out must have occurred. The next thing I know, Stephanie was leaving after having gotten asked by a drag queen to shoot photos at his/her wedding. After Stephanie left, it was just Tristan, Jade, and I. We were apparently escorted by security out of the Soho Grand after someone found Jade puking in the bathroom. The Soho Grand is so ridiculous.
So we're escorted out. Some employee hails a taxi for us, and we get in. Jade doesn't look so good. The taxi driver says he won't take us because Jade will puke. I blurrily remember telling him off. Tristan told me I called him a dick, told him it was his job to take us to Brooklyn, and continued to curse at him and tell him what was up until finally I said to Tristan and Jade to get out this fucker's taxi, he would not have the privelege of taking us anywhere. The guy called me a bitch as he drove off and got stopped at the red light, and Tristan told me that I ran after him and told him off while he was stopped at the light. This is pretty incredible in my opinion. Tristan said it was awesome. I suppose that was the only cool thing I did post-3 hour open bar. The next taxi driver was absolutely nice. He knew we were sick. He said nothing, took us and took care of us. This is where things got bad for me. Yes, I puked out the window of a taxi. The next thing I remember is us stopping and getting out, Jade on the sidewalk and Tristan trying wrangle her to stand up. I tried to offer assistance and realized I was completely out of control. I asked Tristan which direction was their apartment, and I remember absolutely prancing down the sidewalk to there. Our taxi driver had been well tipped by me, I have no idea how much the ride cost, but it couldn't have been more than 12 and I had given him like 30 dollars, maybe. He had even helped Tristan carry Jade out of the taxi. That was a nice man.
And then I blacked out again. Tristan filled me in on terribleness that occurred. I wake up at 5 AM with no recollection of how I got to the bed I was in. Super ill.
I have never, ever been that drunk before. I have never blacked out, I have never not been able to remember what I had done. I have never puked while drinking.
Eventually we all woke up and pieced together our memories of the night. I sipped ginger ale and ate saltines. The hang over was almost gone already, but the damage I had done to my stomach in its delicate condition certainly wasn't. I couldn't keep anything in me. I lay in Jade's bed all day long, too unstable to even try to get a taxi home. Jade nursed me. I watched Spirited Away and Arrested Development all day. I found out I had sent a semi-embarassing text message to Everett. I was super self deprecating. I looked out the window every now and then at the view of the Empire State Building as my only consolation for this wasted day of my trip.
After some sleep, I felt able to try several remedies. Pepto Bismol, a papaya seed shake, and ginger tea. So far so good. It comes in waves. I was able to finally get in a taxi and ride to my house in Bushwick. If I am still in this condition tomorrow, I am going to be so angry with myself again, and I will have to go to a doctor. I suppose it's about that time that my stomach reminds me that hey, you have to take care of yourself. I should have recognized that I was in a health danger zone when I almost got sick after our night in Dayton. I'm just glad I know I'm moving back here soon, otherwise I would be really really really upset with myself. I also know that I will not be drinking the rest of this trip! I hope I'm with it enough tomorrow to go to the Columbia and Hunter MFA shows. I also would like to go to the PS 1 and to Coney Island. I suppose we shall see. I would also like to go on that dude's bike tour of Central Park. He sent me a pretty cute email today and said he would really like to see me when I get time. Back to taking care of myself. Little Basil the cat is keeping me company and being adorable.