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I had good time on my birthday (March 13) AND didn't get trashed... always a good thing. After all, who wants to puke all over the place and feel like ass for the next day? I sure as hell don't. My friends tried their best, but my tolerance seemed to rule the day... Thanks guys! I appreciate the dollars you put down in your attempts to take me down. I'm a damn expensive date! 0_0
After dinner at this Thai place called Pat Pong in the Lower East/East Village area, we went to a place called The Park on the West side since they have a nice lounge area and the door isn't a pain in the ass like most lounges and clubs in NY. Some places won't let you in unless you have a 1:1 ratio, know someone, or pass a $20 to the bouncer. Luckily, the guys and I got there early cuz there ended up being really fat line... blech. That was just the beginning of the night though... they hadn't opened up the lounge area upstairs yet so we had a few more drinks to start off the night. My friend J, bought me a "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse"... nasty shit dude. The recipes vary, but I think it was Jim Beam, Jack Daniel's, Johnnie Red, and Tequila. Each of those by themselves is bad enough, but in one drink? =P
Anyhow, once they opened up the upstairs, it became a pain in the ass to get up there... they had a long ass line both to get inside the place and to go upstairs to the lounge. Freakin' ridiculous! Most of my friends made it upstairs, but I kept running downstairs to grab people to go up... and had to tip the guy running the line $20 just to go upstairs... lame. Once we were upstairs, it was all good... friends chit-chatting, some dancing, more drinking... all in all, a good time. However, remind me not to hit on girls... I just don't know how.
I ended up talking to this one girl who finally revealed she had a boyfriend whom she didn't trust... I end up giving her a half-hour lecture about trust and how she should really talk to her boyfriend about some of those issues. Apparently when they first started going out, she picked up a call on her boyfriend's phone and the girl on the line told her she was screwing her boyfriend. Okay... red flags should go up at this point... but I guess another one of his exes called his phone another time... but the details aren't so clear. Regardless, she's been with the guy for over a year and she doesn't trust him. *WTF?* I believe in following your gut instinct, but I told her that since she's been with him for a year, she should talk to him about it and get to the bottom of things. If she still doesn't trust him, I don't think it's going to work. After all, relationships are built upon trust... you can't not trust the person you're with... otherwise, where the hell is it supposed to go?
So after my little schpiel about trust and relationships, she said I was really nice and that I should give my number to her friend and that she'd call me should things not work out with her BF in the end. I was like... damnit... why am I always categorized as nice? Freakin' a! I'm always the safe guy who's "so nice" and get called to hang out for tea and crumpets or something with her girlfriends. Oh wells... I am what I am. However, I gotta get out of this "nice guy" classification or else I'll always be partitioned off into the friend zone. I KNOW a lot of girls like them "bad boys." Regardless, nice guys like to have a good time too, ya know? =D
After The Park, we all went to grab late night eats at this cafe called Odessa in the Lower East Side... good corned beef hash and eggs....mmm. I think that's one of my favorite late night eats out here in NY. I never really ate much of it back in Cali since most of the places open in San Francisco were Chinese restaurants. But corned beef hash and eggs... good stuff.
So my temporary roommate is leaving this week... he was one of my roommates at UC San Diego... good guy... going to med school... has his shit together. He's recently single... any takers? I've been bugging him to bust out his "I'm a doctor" line when he goes out to the bars just for laughs, but he keeps refusing. I think it'd be funny... come on! Don't any of you remember "Swingers" when Mikey says he's a comedian without West Coast representation and Trent comes in with an "Oh, I'm a producer" and wowing the two waitresses...hehehe. A must-see movie, by the way.
Anyhow, my studio will feel kinda empty again once he takes off back for LA. I kinda miss having a roommate sometimes, but living on your own has its own perks, I suppose... you know... cooking while naked and all that good stuff. Doesn't everyone do that? Kidding people... kidding...
Geez, I've been such a procrastinator after the rough draft of this one paper was due for my international securities regulation seminar... I think my brain got friend in the process and I no longer have the ability to study for more than fifteen minutes without standing up and walking to the cupboards to see if there's anything to eat, but already knowing that there isn't anything in there. Perhaps, I need to pick up an alternative method of procrastination... working out again? Yeah... that six pack has long gone and turned into this pseudo-four thing... and I see the workings of love handles. *sigh* Age has not been kind to my ass... hahaha. Laters. =P
After dinner at this Thai place called Pat Pong in the Lower East/East Village area, we went to a place called The Park on the West side since they have a nice lounge area and the door isn't a pain in the ass like most lounges and clubs in NY. Some places won't let you in unless you have a 1:1 ratio, know someone, or pass a $20 to the bouncer. Luckily, the guys and I got there early cuz there ended up being really fat line... blech. That was just the beginning of the night though... they hadn't opened up the lounge area upstairs yet so we had a few more drinks to start off the night. My friend J, bought me a "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse"... nasty shit dude. The recipes vary, but I think it was Jim Beam, Jack Daniel's, Johnnie Red, and Tequila. Each of those by themselves is bad enough, but in one drink? =P
Anyhow, once they opened up the upstairs, it became a pain in the ass to get up there... they had a long ass line both to get inside the place and to go upstairs to the lounge. Freakin' ridiculous! Most of my friends made it upstairs, but I kept running downstairs to grab people to go up... and had to tip the guy running the line $20 just to go upstairs... lame. Once we were upstairs, it was all good... friends chit-chatting, some dancing, more drinking... all in all, a good time. However, remind me not to hit on girls... I just don't know how.
I ended up talking to this one girl who finally revealed she had a boyfriend whom she didn't trust... I end up giving her a half-hour lecture about trust and how she should really talk to her boyfriend about some of those issues. Apparently when they first started going out, she picked up a call on her boyfriend's phone and the girl on the line told her she was screwing her boyfriend. Okay... red flags should go up at this point... but I guess another one of his exes called his phone another time... but the details aren't so clear. Regardless, she's been with the guy for over a year and she doesn't trust him. *WTF?* I believe in following your gut instinct, but I told her that since she's been with him for a year, she should talk to him about it and get to the bottom of things. If she still doesn't trust him, I don't think it's going to work. After all, relationships are built upon trust... you can't not trust the person you're with... otherwise, where the hell is it supposed to go?
So after my little schpiel about trust and relationships, she said I was really nice and that I should give my number to her friend and that she'd call me should things not work out with her BF in the end. I was like... damnit... why am I always categorized as nice? Freakin' a! I'm always the safe guy who's "so nice" and get called to hang out for tea and crumpets or something with her girlfriends. Oh wells... I am what I am. However, I gotta get out of this "nice guy" classification or else I'll always be partitioned off into the friend zone. I KNOW a lot of girls like them "bad boys." Regardless, nice guys like to have a good time too, ya know? =D
After The Park, we all went to grab late night eats at this cafe called Odessa in the Lower East Side... good corned beef hash and eggs....mmm. I think that's one of my favorite late night eats out here in NY. I never really ate much of it back in Cali since most of the places open in San Francisco were Chinese restaurants. But corned beef hash and eggs... good stuff.
So my temporary roommate is leaving this week... he was one of my roommates at UC San Diego... good guy... going to med school... has his shit together. He's recently single... any takers? I've been bugging him to bust out his "I'm a doctor" line when he goes out to the bars just for laughs, but he keeps refusing. I think it'd be funny... come on! Don't any of you remember "Swingers" when Mikey says he's a comedian without West Coast representation and Trent comes in with an "Oh, I'm a producer" and wowing the two waitresses...hehehe. A must-see movie, by the way.
Anyhow, my studio will feel kinda empty again once he takes off back for LA. I kinda miss having a roommate sometimes, but living on your own has its own perks, I suppose... you know... cooking while naked and all that good stuff. Doesn't everyone do that? Kidding people... kidding...
Geez, I've been such a procrastinator after the rough draft of this one paper was due for my international securities regulation seminar... I think my brain got friend in the process and I no longer have the ability to study for more than fifteen minutes without standing up and walking to the cupboards to see if there's anything to eat, but already knowing that there isn't anything in there. Perhaps, I need to pick up an alternative method of procrastination... working out again? Yeah... that six pack has long gone and turned into this pseudo-four thing... and I see the workings of love handles. *sigh* Age has not been kind to my ass... hahaha. Laters. =P