Ok I dont think this worked the first time.. retry on the longest story from NYC.. WHAT A NIGHT!!!
This is going to be the summary of the craziest night of my life. and also one of the most fun.
My day started out Voting for Kerry in the election, wny he lost, I don't know maybe the south thought bringing back slavery was on the ballot? .. ick. I don't want to get into that .. FUCK OHIO!
Well after I voted I took the train from New Haven into Grand Central to meet up with Toni so we could go to Joe's Pub for the Vanessa Carlton concert together. We ended up taking about 20 minutes to find eachother, walking up from the subway platforms and back down, losing reception, getting it "Can you hear me now?" type of deal.. rather amuzing, we ended up meeting under the information booth clock in the middle of the main concourse.
At Joes pub we saw Nicole, Tatiana, Dan, Emily, and Nicole from Philly and some other people I didin't know.. as well as John Mayer! (I was going to get his Autograph but the only thing I had was a beer bottle.. and Toni was going to get her anatomy homework signed but it was a picture of an ass.. which would have been pretty funny if she asked John Mayer to sign her ass!.. haha! I heard he was there to see the opener Low Millions who was his backup guitar player before or something, but he looked like he needed a haircut and a shower.. but NY does that to lots of people, I'm guessing Vanessa prolly needed one too since she said "I've been wearing my dress.. soo many days in a row, but let's not get into that".. ew.. but she still looked HOT in it!
My favorite song from the evening that Vanessa played was Afterglow.. I'm like in love with it now
Afterward, Nicole, Dan, Toni,Tatiana, and myself waited outside the bus for a little while talking .. we met Stephen Jenkins.. big whoopie!.. he's a douche. Then we went in search of food and booze. We ended up dining at NoHo Star because it had food, booze, and Nicole couldn't walk much farther in her toe-pinching Steve Madden heels (watch out for the grates!!) .. I ended up ordering the most white trash meal possible A Bottle of wine split with Tatiana, and a BBQ Burger.. Ridiculious.. but yum.. and the bread was so good!! Our dinner topic conversation consisted of me mostly telling the story of the girlfriend I had for a week.. highly entertaining if you ever wanna hear it ask me! .. and complaining about the bathroom stalls cause you can see through the windows when someone pees in the urinal. so I had to use a stall..
After dinner we all decided to split up, I was supposed to go back with Toni but it was still early and I wanted to drink more and find some "Kitchen Ware" that was glass..haha.. So Toni ended up going back to Columbia to sleep and study, Dan brung Nicole home to Greenwich cause she had a major headache and I ended up going out with Tatiana. Dan was nice and brung us to St.Marks place where we walked around but all the stores were closing. We decided to walk to a smoke shop a few blocks away Tat thought would be open, on the way we passed a New School University dormitory, and I thought it would be cool if they founded an Old School University.
At the cigar shop, we found a cool little blue pipe that was perfect except it didn't have a screen in it. I bought the pipe, which prompted a homeless man from outside to approach us and try to sell us "Louis Vuitton" wallets. "comon man get one for your lady" he said. The homeless man continued to try to sell us merchandise as I asked the shopkeeper if he knew where to find screens. The shopkeeper must have misheard me and said he didn't. Hearing this, the homeless man said he knew where I could find what we were looking for. The shopkeeper, alarmed that he was about to lose business, suddenly offered Me the screens. I bought the screens and then was confused as how to make them stick in the pipe. The homeless man was again very eager to assist me. He was a self-proclaimed alcoholic and pothead!
So he began to show me how to put the screen in the pipe and make them stick in the bottom..The man licked the screen, mashed it between his dirty ass fingers, poked at it with a plastic rod he had in his pocket that looked like it was made for just that purpose, and at one point let it fall to the sidewalk whereupon he picked it up, licked it again and put it back in the pipe. The whole time this was happening the shopkeepers were making faces and Tat was trying not to grimace. While I watched the end of the homeless man's demonstration, Tat slipped away and asked the shopkeeper for more screens. The shopkeeper looked puzzled and she explained that she's OCD and hates germs. The shopkeeper immediately understood and gave Tat a pocket full of screens.. so we didn't have to use the same screens the homeless bum left traces of himself and the street on. When Tat came back out of the shop the homelss guy was like.. would you like to donate to my drunk fund since I helped you out? I said yeah here's $5 go get yourself a beer man. he proceded to say"Beer? I don't drink beer! I'm a vodkaholic!" .. so I was like.. ok get yourself some Vodka, thanks buddy!.. he said and I quote "thanks my nigga" and went on his way..
The pipe buying process having been completed it was time to find a bar with cheap beer and good specials. we ended up walking by Finnerty's which looked too full for my liking, and ended up at Bar None where I sanatized my pipe in the bathroom with steaming hot water. watched some of the election and downed a pitcher of Bud Light with Tat. I showed her my tattoo and explained what it meant. Just before we left the bar Tat went to the ladies room. When she came out she was confused cause I was laughing hysterically with the bartender. After we left I told her thtat the song that was on had a really racist line in it that said "niggers work hard and long... pickin' the cotton all day long " and I had asked the bartender if he had heard what I did and we just started cracking up.
While venturing over to the West Village. I taught Tat how to seperate her jingly pocket change.. nickle and pennies from the useful change.. dimes and quarters.. which comes in handy when you see homeless people. this later came in very handy! Tat was searching for Down the Hatch. But we ended up at Off the Wagon instead. We ordered ourselves a pitcher of beer and discussed my depressing love karma. Then we watched as electoral college votes were being tabulated on TV and booed the red states. FUCK OHIO!!
While we were finishing up the second pitcher of beer I heard ping pong balls and almost flipped, two people were playing each other at beer pong and I was like Tat we have to play!! and I suggested we challenge them. They were like sure! just get the beer! We kicked ass and beat Samantha and Wallace (who also goes by the name of Steve) in three straight games. Steve is from Birmingham, England. When Tat had first exclaimed to him, "Like Ozzy?!" Wallace thought she said, "Aussie" and proceeded to tell me about how he and Samantha met in Australia. Wallace can do a great Australian accent, but his American accent is awful. He said "yeah, man" a lot. That's not how we talk! That's like me saying "Right O" a bunch of times in a British accent. Hah. Tat's manner of psyching out our opponents was by referencing British history a lot whenever it was Wallace's turn to toss the ping pong ball. .. I just kinda insulted Princess Diana and Said Bastielle Day.. but remembered that was French.. so I started singing Henry the 8th I am instead.
Sam taught us a neat little trick that if you put a lighter under a dented ping pong ball, it will make the dent disappear. At closing time there was an exchange of AIM names on and old newspaper that I hazily recall.
Tat forgot her ATM Card at the bar so she had to run back for it, and when she caught up with Sam, Wallace and I. There was a homeless man dragging one leg like Tiny Tim begging for change which was the perfect opprotunity to give him jingly pocket change! I think 30 coins and maybe $60 cents total.. haha! I then asked Samantha if she knew where we could score some weed. and she was super nice and invited us up to her apartment which was just down the street from Off the Wagon. We ended up walkin up 6 flights of stairs
Upstairs, we were greeted by Zachary, Samantha's dog. Samantha drunkenly fell into her wine rack. A few bottles fell to the floor, making a huge crash.. but nothing broke. Tat and I accompanied Samantha up to roof of the building. Samantha fell over again, and this time Zachary growled at Tat and I as if we had pushed her over. Samantha pointed to a Sushi place across the street and told us it was better than some other NoHo sushi place. She also advised us when the best days to eat there would be. I vaguely recall Sunday and Monday being the days to avoid the sushi place because the fish isn't as fresh. Tat and I hate fish anyway, so the sushi info really wasn't very relivant to us. From the roof we spotted a gigantic Paris Hilton who graced the side of a tall building on Houston St. and I tried to spit on people walking by, as we smoked Sam's Giant bong and Strawberry Hydro..
So after that we went back down to the apartment, said our goodbyess and left. I was starving for munchies and wanted pizza so we stopped by Ben's Pizza. Tat kept saying she wasn't hungry but I know your always hungry when your stoned.. so I ordered my slice and she just said.. nah I'm not gonna get one.. So I'm like ok suit yourself.. and went to get napkins.. but they were all gone.. the guy gave us more napkins and Tat was trying to put them in the machine. and the guy was like you don't have to do that but she was trying to be nice but couldin't figure out how to work the dispensor.. but the man gave her a free pizza for her efforts which was cool, she scarfed that down in a matter of seconds.. proving she was hungry!
We then went northward, trying to make our way back to Tat's dorm room. We stopped briefly to buy a 40oz. As we were passing Weinstein, an NYU freshman dorm, We noticed a young man with his head down, wearing a hood, his hands in his pockets, walking in the opposite direction. Further down the block someone was by a car, and someone else was just crossing the street. We then noticed when this hoodlum turned around in front of Weinstein and started to walk in the same direction as the two of us, as if he were following us. As we were getting to the end of the block, where it was pretty abandoned and dark, Tat started speaking French to me and I'm like uhh ?? "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" giving the head gesture back to the Hoodlum she said yes. I gestured at the 40oz. and said we could use it as a weapon. We turned right at the end of the block. There was no one around on that street but Tat knew that the NYU Cantor Film Center was there. We briskly walked there stopped for a moment as she peered through the glass doors in search of a guard. but he wasn't there, I noticed that the Hoodlum had accelerated his pace. We started walking again, faster than before. We took another right because Tat knew that the NYU security office was just two blocks away. The hoodlum stillfollowing us, we started to sprint and didn't look back... at the corner of the office there was this giant mound of white, I was like Tat.. that looks like a snow bank, she was like.. yeah it does.. let's jump in it.. I'm like.. uhh it's too warm.. That's garbage, let's not jump in it! When we got to the office of security Tat requested a security van take us back to her dorm. (That service is available to us after 2am.) As we waited for the van to come, Tat told the security officer on duty about our encounter with the hooded man and acted out the entire ordeal for the security officer in slow motion. I tried not to laugh too much. and tried to hide the paper bag with the 40 in it best as possible. The officer asked Tat for a description of the man she she told him "he was a dark skinned man in a hood" I started cracking up cause I realised she said this to the cop.. who was black. So I added that it was a green hoodie...Tat counted the walkie talkies and burried herself in a pamphlet about safety awareness for men. .. I'm shocked the cop didin't search us for drugs..lol. The van finally arrived and we boarded it. It took us to Tat's dorm where she signed me in and told the guard at the front desk that I was Tommy Mottola's cousin! lol
Once up in Tat's dorm room, shestarted to inflate the new queen-sized Aerobed that my roommate and I bought a week prior for the express purpose of hosting our guests. The inflating process was actually quite loud. one of the suitemates got up out of bed to close her bedroom door. Fortunately, we didn't have to worry about disturbing Tat's roommate because she had gone home to Long Island to vote earlier that evening. Just as I was getting settled on the Aerobed, the sun came out. It was officially morning. Where did all the time go? .. we finished up the 40.. watched more of the election.. I said fucking Ohio was so this years Florida.. comparing Purple as this years Pink..lol
We finally fell asleep after discussing the hooded man a bit, as well as Samantha, Wallace, Zachary, and the homeless man outside of the cigar shop. Just as we were drifting off Sharlene, Tat's roommate, informed us that things weren't looking good for Kerry/Edwards. Sadness..
And that was the end of one of the craziest days of my life.. I can't wait to do something like that over again!
PS.. Thanks Tat.. for a great time.. and for a base to write my journal entry on.. since I am lazy and never would have remembered all the details!
My day started out Voting for Kerry in the election, wny he lost, I don't know maybe the south thought bringing back slavery was on the ballot? .. ick. I don't want to get into that .. FUCK OHIO!
Well after I voted I took the train from New Haven into Grand Central to meet up with Toni so we could go to Joe's Pub for the Vanessa Carlton concert together. We ended up taking about 20 minutes to find eachother, walking up from the subway platforms and back down, losing reception, getting it "Can you hear me now?" type of deal.. rather amuzing, we ended up meeting under the information booth clock in the middle of the main concourse.
At Joes pub we saw Nicole, Tatiana, Dan, Emily, and Nicole from Philly and some other people I didin't know.. as well as John Mayer! (I was going to get his Autograph but the only thing I had was a beer bottle.. and Toni was going to get her anatomy homework signed but it was a picture of an ass.. which would have been pretty funny if she asked John Mayer to sign her ass!.. haha! I heard he was there to see the opener Low Millions who was his backup guitar player before or something, but he looked like he needed a haircut and a shower.. but NY does that to lots of people, I'm guessing Vanessa prolly needed one too since she said "I've been wearing my dress.. soo many days in a row, but let's not get into that".. ew.. but she still looked HOT in it!
My favorite song from the evening that Vanessa played was Afterglow.. I'm like in love with it now
Afterward, Nicole, Dan, Toni,Tatiana, and myself waited outside the bus for a little while talking .. we met Stephen Jenkins.. big whoopie!.. he's a douche. Then we went in search of food and booze. We ended up dining at NoHo Star because it had food, booze, and Nicole couldn't walk much farther in her toe-pinching Steve Madden heels (watch out for the grates!!) .. I ended up ordering the most white trash meal possible A Bottle of wine split with Tatiana, and a BBQ Burger.. Ridiculious.. but yum.. and the bread was so good!! Our dinner topic conversation consisted of me mostly telling the story of the girlfriend I had for a week.. highly entertaining if you ever wanna hear it ask me! .. and complaining about the bathroom stalls cause you can see through the windows when someone pees in the urinal. so I had to use a stall..
After dinner we all decided to split up, I was supposed to go back with Toni but it was still early and I wanted to drink more and find some "Kitchen Ware" that was glass..haha.. So Toni ended up going back to Columbia to sleep and study, Dan brung Nicole home to Greenwich cause she had a major headache and I ended up going out with Tatiana. Dan was nice and brung us to St.Marks place where we walked around but all the stores were closing. We decided to walk to a smoke shop a few blocks away Tat thought would be open, on the way we passed a New School University dormitory, and I thought it would be cool if they founded an Old School University.
At the cigar shop, we found a cool little blue pipe that was perfect except it didn't have a screen in it. I bought the pipe, which prompted a homeless man from outside to approach us and try to sell us "Louis Vuitton" wallets. "comon man get one for your lady" he said. The homeless man continued to try to sell us merchandise as I asked the shopkeeper if he knew where to find screens. The shopkeeper must have misheard me and said he didn't. Hearing this, the homeless man said he knew where I could find what we were looking for. The shopkeeper, alarmed that he was about to lose business, suddenly offered Me the screens. I bought the screens and then was confused as how to make them stick in the pipe. The homeless man was again very eager to assist me. He was a self-proclaimed alcoholic and pothead!
So he began to show me how to put the screen in the pipe and make them stick in the bottom..The man licked the screen, mashed it between his dirty ass fingers, poked at it with a plastic rod he had in his pocket that looked like it was made for just that purpose, and at one point let it fall to the sidewalk whereupon he picked it up, licked it again and put it back in the pipe. The whole time this was happening the shopkeepers were making faces and Tat was trying not to grimace. While I watched the end of the homeless man's demonstration, Tat slipped away and asked the shopkeeper for more screens. The shopkeeper looked puzzled and she explained that she's OCD and hates germs. The shopkeeper immediately understood and gave Tat a pocket full of screens.. so we didn't have to use the same screens the homeless bum left traces of himself and the street on. When Tat came back out of the shop the homelss guy was like.. would you like to donate to my drunk fund since I helped you out? I said yeah here's $5 go get yourself a beer man. he proceded to say"Beer? I don't drink beer! I'm a vodkaholic!" .. so I was like.. ok get yourself some Vodka, thanks buddy!.. he said and I quote "thanks my nigga" and went on his way..
The pipe buying process having been completed it was time to find a bar with cheap beer and good specials. we ended up walking by Finnerty's which looked too full for my liking, and ended up at Bar None where I sanatized my pipe in the bathroom with steaming hot water. watched some of the election and downed a pitcher of Bud Light with Tat. I showed her my tattoo and explained what it meant. Just before we left the bar Tat went to the ladies room. When she came out she was confused cause I was laughing hysterically with the bartender. After we left I told her thtat the song that was on had a really racist line in it that said "niggers work hard and long... pickin' the cotton all day long " and I had asked the bartender if he had heard what I did and we just started cracking up.
While venturing over to the West Village. I taught Tat how to seperate her jingly pocket change.. nickle and pennies from the useful change.. dimes and quarters.. which comes in handy when you see homeless people. this later came in very handy! Tat was searching for Down the Hatch. But we ended up at Off the Wagon instead. We ordered ourselves a pitcher of beer and discussed my depressing love karma. Then we watched as electoral college votes were being tabulated on TV and booed the red states. FUCK OHIO!!
While we were finishing up the second pitcher of beer I heard ping pong balls and almost flipped, two people were playing each other at beer pong and I was like Tat we have to play!! and I suggested we challenge them. They were like sure! just get the beer! We kicked ass and beat Samantha and Wallace (who also goes by the name of Steve) in three straight games. Steve is from Birmingham, England. When Tat had first exclaimed to him, "Like Ozzy?!" Wallace thought she said, "Aussie" and proceeded to tell me about how he and Samantha met in Australia. Wallace can do a great Australian accent, but his American accent is awful. He said "yeah, man" a lot. That's not how we talk! That's like me saying "Right O" a bunch of times in a British accent. Hah. Tat's manner of psyching out our opponents was by referencing British history a lot whenever it was Wallace's turn to toss the ping pong ball. .. I just kinda insulted Princess Diana and Said Bastielle Day.. but remembered that was French.. so I started singing Henry the 8th I am instead.
Sam taught us a neat little trick that if you put a lighter under a dented ping pong ball, it will make the dent disappear. At closing time there was an exchange of AIM names on and old newspaper that I hazily recall.
Tat forgot her ATM Card at the bar so she had to run back for it, and when she caught up with Sam, Wallace and I. There was a homeless man dragging one leg like Tiny Tim begging for change which was the perfect opprotunity to give him jingly pocket change! I think 30 coins and maybe $60 cents total.. haha! I then asked Samantha if she knew where we could score some weed. and she was super nice and invited us up to her apartment which was just down the street from Off the Wagon. We ended up walkin up 6 flights of stairs
Upstairs, we were greeted by Zachary, Samantha's dog. Samantha drunkenly fell into her wine rack. A few bottles fell to the floor, making a huge crash.. but nothing broke. Tat and I accompanied Samantha up to roof of the building. Samantha fell over again, and this time Zachary growled at Tat and I as if we had pushed her over. Samantha pointed to a Sushi place across the street and told us it was better than some other NoHo sushi place. She also advised us when the best days to eat there would be. I vaguely recall Sunday and Monday being the days to avoid the sushi place because the fish isn't as fresh. Tat and I hate fish anyway, so the sushi info really wasn't very relivant to us. From the roof we spotted a gigantic Paris Hilton who graced the side of a tall building on Houston St. and I tried to spit on people walking by, as we smoked Sam's Giant bong and Strawberry Hydro..
So after that we went back down to the apartment, said our goodbyess and left. I was starving for munchies and wanted pizza so we stopped by Ben's Pizza. Tat kept saying she wasn't hungry but I know your always hungry when your stoned.. so I ordered my slice and she just said.. nah I'm not gonna get one.. So I'm like ok suit yourself.. and went to get napkins.. but they were all gone.. the guy gave us more napkins and Tat was trying to put them in the machine. and the guy was like you don't have to do that but she was trying to be nice but couldin't figure out how to work the dispensor.. but the man gave her a free pizza for her efforts which was cool, she scarfed that down in a matter of seconds.. proving she was hungry!
We then went northward, trying to make our way back to Tat's dorm room. We stopped briefly to buy a 40oz. As we were passing Weinstein, an NYU freshman dorm, We noticed a young man with his head down, wearing a hood, his hands in his pockets, walking in the opposite direction. Further down the block someone was by a car, and someone else was just crossing the street. We then noticed when this hoodlum turned around in front of Weinstein and started to walk in the same direction as the two of us, as if he were following us. As we were getting to the end of the block, where it was pretty abandoned and dark, Tat started speaking French to me and I'm like uhh ?? "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" giving the head gesture back to the Hoodlum she said yes. I gestured at the 40oz. and said we could use it as a weapon. We turned right at the end of the block. There was no one around on that street but Tat knew that the NYU Cantor Film Center was there. We briskly walked there stopped for a moment as she peered through the glass doors in search of a guard. but he wasn't there, I noticed that the Hoodlum had accelerated his pace. We started walking again, faster than before. We took another right because Tat knew that the NYU security office was just two blocks away. The hoodlum stillfollowing us, we started to sprint and didn't look back... at the corner of the office there was this giant mound of white, I was like Tat.. that looks like a snow bank, she was like.. yeah it does.. let's jump in it.. I'm like.. uhh it's too warm.. That's garbage, let's not jump in it! When we got to the office of security Tat requested a security van take us back to her dorm. (That service is available to us after 2am.) As we waited for the van to come, Tat told the security officer on duty about our encounter with the hooded man and acted out the entire ordeal for the security officer in slow motion. I tried not to laugh too much. and tried to hide the paper bag with the 40 in it best as possible. The officer asked Tat for a description of the man she she told him "he was a dark skinned man in a hood" I started cracking up cause I realised she said this to the cop.. who was black. So I added that it was a green hoodie...Tat counted the walkie talkies and burried herself in a pamphlet about safety awareness for men. .. I'm shocked the cop didin't search us for drugs..lol. The van finally arrived and we boarded it. It took us to Tat's dorm where she signed me in and told the guard at the front desk that I was Tommy Mottola's cousin! lol
Once up in Tat's dorm room, shestarted to inflate the new queen-sized Aerobed that my roommate and I bought a week prior for the express purpose of hosting our guests. The inflating process was actually quite loud. one of the suitemates got up out of bed to close her bedroom door. Fortunately, we didn't have to worry about disturbing Tat's roommate because she had gone home to Long Island to vote earlier that evening. Just as I was getting settled on the Aerobed, the sun came out. It was officially morning. Where did all the time go? .. we finished up the 40.. watched more of the election.. I said fucking Ohio was so this years Florida.. comparing Purple as this years Pink..lol
We finally fell asleep after discussing the hooded man a bit, as well as Samantha, Wallace, Zachary, and the homeless man outside of the cigar shop. Just as we were drifting off Sharlene, Tat's roommate, informed us that things weren't looking good for Kerry/Edwards. Sadness..
And that was the end of one of the craziest days of my life.. I can't wait to do something like that over again!
PS.. Thanks Tat.. for a great time.. and for a base to write my journal entry on.. since I am lazy and never would have remembered all the details!