I had a night, i did...
So yeah, that show on Wednesday was pretty much madness. It was 3 bands, sort of irish punk/country/rockabilly things generally, 2 of which were from Chicago and were my friends' favorite bands. They were fun. (I have a tough time judging punky bands musical skills, for fairly obvious reasons...) Basically they put on a good show and didn't suck, which is all one can ask for from a punky band.
So... there was this really cute girl with a mohawk and many piercings sitting at the bar, and I offered to buy her a drink, and... well, suffice it to say we ended up sort of making out in the middle of the pit (between songs, obviously...) and then she got smacked in the nose and bled all over herself and me. But um, she gave me her number, so maybe we'll go get coffee. Sans blood.
I set off home with my friends, who were heading back to school, so I got off the subway at some point where I was supposed to be able to get the train to my house. Well, it was like 2:30, and apparently that train had stopped running. So... after feeling panicky and walking around in circles at the station for a bit, I got on the next train that showed up. Hey look, back to Brooklyn. I got off at the first stop because I had the bright idea to walk to another station where I could pick up the train that I was originally on with my friends, which would at least get me uptown, if not on the east side of it. So I'm wandering around a part of Brooklyn I'm completely not familiar with (not surprising, as this is about 98% of Brooklyn...) and apparently I looked sort of scared/lost/bewildered because a cop pulled over to check on me. I was sort of halfway in tears by this point (did I mention I hadn't gotten enough sleep for like a week, and it was like 3 am and i was kind of drunk?) so they dropped me off at another station, after satisfying themselves that really, that was the only thing wrong. My train was closed off there too (I'm assuming the whole line was closed, but I don't know) so I freaked out a little more and then got on the 2, which was like the only thing still running. (Yes, this was the train I was originally on with my friends.)
Apparently I laid down on the bench and fell asleep, because a guy got on and woke me up saying my skirt had ridden up. "It's 3:30 on a new york subway. You need to be careful." And he was really nice, and we talked for a while until he got off at 96th st. He was pretty familiar with my neighborhood, and when he heard I was getting off at Lenox, which is at least halfway across town from my house, he insisted that I take the bus and not walk because he said it really wasn't safe. So I stood around at the bus stop for a while waiting for a bus which would only actually take me halfway to my house, and finally the first thing to show up was a cab. And of course I took it, because I was exhausted and I can afford not to get mugged.
So... there was this really cute girl with a mohawk and many piercings sitting at the bar, and I offered to buy her a drink, and... well, suffice it to say we ended up sort of making out in the middle of the pit (between songs, obviously...) and then she got smacked in the nose and bled all over herself and me. But um, she gave me her number, so maybe we'll go get coffee. Sans blood.
I set off home with my friends, who were heading back to school, so I got off the subway at some point where I was supposed to be able to get the train to my house. Well, it was like 2:30, and apparently that train had stopped running. So... after feeling panicky and walking around in circles at the station for a bit, I got on the next train that showed up. Hey look, back to Brooklyn. I got off at the first stop because I had the bright idea to walk to another station where I could pick up the train that I was originally on with my friends, which would at least get me uptown, if not on the east side of it. So I'm wandering around a part of Brooklyn I'm completely not familiar with (not surprising, as this is about 98% of Brooklyn...) and apparently I looked sort of scared/lost/bewildered because a cop pulled over to check on me. I was sort of halfway in tears by this point (did I mention I hadn't gotten enough sleep for like a week, and it was like 3 am and i was kind of drunk?) so they dropped me off at another station, after satisfying themselves that really, that was the only thing wrong. My train was closed off there too (I'm assuming the whole line was closed, but I don't know) so I freaked out a little more and then got on the 2, which was like the only thing still running. (Yes, this was the train I was originally on with my friends.)
Apparently I laid down on the bench and fell asleep, because a guy got on and woke me up saying my skirt had ridden up. "It's 3:30 on a new york subway. You need to be careful." And he was really nice, and we talked for a while until he got off at 96th st. He was pretty familiar with my neighborhood, and when he heard I was getting off at Lenox, which is at least halfway across town from my house, he insisted that I take the bus and not walk because he said it really wasn't safe. So I stood around at the bus stop for a while waiting for a bus which would only actually take me halfway to my house, and finally the first thing to show up was a cab. And of course I took it, because I was exhausted and I can afford not to get mugged.