elegance on the water
yoyoyo what the deal sons and daughters.
wow, i am ultra late with the updates these days. last friday (yes, that long ago) i went to an nyu semi-formal called elegance on the water sponsored by irhc (yes, this is what we do at those crazy irhc meetings) with renee. she's a crafty one, that renee is. she engineered this complicated ass scheme and made me buy tickets to the shit under the pretense that it was actually for one of her friends. then she was like, "yo sucka! i'm coming up this weekend and we're going to the formal!!!" and i was all like "wth are you talking about" just like that and she says "yeah gangsta i'm comin up this weekend and we gonna be dancin like whoa". well, can't argue with that now can i?
i got all dressed up in my finest threads (which incidentally happened to be my cleanest threads since laundry is in dire need of being done round here) and she busted out the dress she wore on our very first date, a nice black and pink lil number that i think is hot shit personally. we had to walk hella fast on over to the skyport aviation marina (who the fuck knew nyc had a marina? certainly not my ass) to make sure the boat (the half moon) didn't leave without us. they really made it seem like some kind of ritzy event, with security types helping the lady folk get onto the boat and a whole rack of irhc people greeting you when you got in. to my hyooge surprise there were a shit load more people than i thought there would be, but not to my surprise most of them seemed like freshmen. alena's old roomate, ena was there, along with a host of other freshmen renee knew from the old days. now i know she saw my ass and probably renee too, but didn't even say hi or whats up or anything like that. so ena, a curse be upon you and your entire family.
and the skanks were out in full force wearing their ultra short dresses making you think if they danced enough and shook it like a polaroid picture their asses would come flying out. but i don't think that happened...although i'm sure it almost did!
anywho, everything was nifty and it was good to finally get to bust a move with renee since we didn't get the chance to do it at her prom. i think she's the only person in the universe who thinks i can dance. i think she's a damn dirty liar. but that's ok. i can keep a beat maybe, but dancing? maybe more like...spastic gyrations or something. dancing with her reminded me of dancing with sheena, although sheena was all about freaky moves and renee was keeping it a little more under control (thankfully, or i would have been knocked off the dance floor by her ass shaking). the dj played a pretty good variety of music and even busted out some TECHNO!!!...that i didn't even dance to. i should have though...but nobody was out on the dance floor at the time, and i'm not one to go dancing by myself since i'm all about not being embarassed. where's my glowsticks and pacifier when i need them?
the boat didn't stay stationary the whole time; rather, it sailed around manhattan and we got to see all the sights. that was fun because the boat was swaying back and forth as we danced, and i thought i'd go flying into someone's lap or something at many points throughout the night. we got close enough to see the statue of liberty and i was like ooooooo since i hadn't been that close to it since i was a whopping 5 years old (the first time i ever visited new york). and the city is awesomely beautiful at night with the zillion lights shining all over the place. it's amazing that i've lived here for virtually four years and i haven't really seen all that much new york has to offer. but i'm getting better at that, i suppose, and i guess i can use my remaining time here working over the summer to get to see all the shit that i didn't get to see the first time around. yeehaw.
the boat ride was supposed to end at 12 but for whatever reason we ended an hour early. how nyu. always taking your money and giving you the shaft up the ass. at least they fed us. my $18 went pretty far. nice boat ride, fun fun dancing, a nice assortment of food that didn't make me run to the bathroom (although it did make me gassier than an exxon station)...what more could you ask for?
wow, i am ultra late with the updates these days. last friday (yes, that long ago) i went to an nyu semi-formal called elegance on the water sponsored by irhc (yes, this is what we do at those crazy irhc meetings) with renee. she's a crafty one, that renee is. she engineered this complicated ass scheme and made me buy tickets to the shit under the pretense that it was actually for one of her friends. then she was like, "yo sucka! i'm coming up this weekend and we're going to the formal!!!" and i was all like "wth are you talking about" just like that and she says "yeah gangsta i'm comin up this weekend and we gonna be dancin like whoa". well, can't argue with that now can i?
i got all dressed up in my finest threads (which incidentally happened to be my cleanest threads since laundry is in dire need of being done round here) and she busted out the dress she wore on our very first date, a nice black and pink lil number that i think is hot shit personally. we had to walk hella fast on over to the skyport aviation marina (who the fuck knew nyc had a marina? certainly not my ass) to make sure the boat (the half moon) didn't leave without us. they really made it seem like some kind of ritzy event, with security types helping the lady folk get onto the boat and a whole rack of irhc people greeting you when you got in. to my hyooge surprise there were a shit load more people than i thought there would be, but not to my surprise most of them seemed like freshmen. alena's old roomate, ena was there, along with a host of other freshmen renee knew from the old days. now i know she saw my ass and probably renee too, but didn't even say hi or whats up or anything like that. so ena, a curse be upon you and your entire family.
and the skanks were out in full force wearing their ultra short dresses making you think if they danced enough and shook it like a polaroid picture their asses would come flying out. but i don't think that happened...although i'm sure it almost did!
anywho, everything was nifty and it was good to finally get to bust a move with renee since we didn't get the chance to do it at her prom. i think she's the only person in the universe who thinks i can dance. i think she's a damn dirty liar. but that's ok. i can keep a beat maybe, but dancing? maybe more like...spastic gyrations or something. dancing with her reminded me of dancing with sheena, although sheena was all about freaky moves and renee was keeping it a little more under control (thankfully, or i would have been knocked off the dance floor by her ass shaking). the dj played a pretty good variety of music and even busted out some TECHNO!!!...that i didn't even dance to. i should have though...but nobody was out on the dance floor at the time, and i'm not one to go dancing by myself since i'm all about not being embarassed. where's my glowsticks and pacifier when i need them?
the boat didn't stay stationary the whole time; rather, it sailed around manhattan and we got to see all the sights. that was fun because the boat was swaying back and forth as we danced, and i thought i'd go flying into someone's lap or something at many points throughout the night. we got close enough to see the statue of liberty and i was like ooooooo since i hadn't been that close to it since i was a whopping 5 years old (the first time i ever visited new york). and the city is awesomely beautiful at night with the zillion lights shining all over the place. it's amazing that i've lived here for virtually four years and i haven't really seen all that much new york has to offer. but i'm getting better at that, i suppose, and i guess i can use my remaining time here working over the summer to get to see all the shit that i didn't get to see the first time around. yeehaw.
the boat ride was supposed to end at 12 but for whatever reason we ended an hour early. how nyu. always taking your money and giving you the shaft up the ass. at least they fed us. my $18 went pretty far. nice boat ride, fun fun dancing, a nice assortment of food that didn't make me run to the bathroom (although it did make me gassier than an exxon station)...what more could you ask for?