End of February

February 26, 2009
It’s the usual Thursday relax night because it’s been a long week. I promise myself that I’m going to try out places near me. (dweez.yelp.com)
Go check that out, I’ve written a bunch of reviews.
I go to a pizza place that’s open late near me, Rosario’s in the Lower East Side. It’s Thursday at 1:30 and there are so many drunk people there. I go to order two slices, a fresh mozzarella slice and a bacon cheeseburger slice. During each slice I choose, a drunk well dressed guy in his 20s compliments my choices on my pizza. He then gives me a choice, Cal Ripken or Pistol Pete. I’m like… I don’t know what to choose. A friend of his walks over and adds John Mayer to that group. I obviously choose John Mayer. She turns to her friend and says, “He chose John Mayer.”
I don’t know what kind of game this is. One of the friends gives me a High Five for my choice. I then turn to see more drunk people walk in. Even on a Thursday, these people got dressed to go out, got drunk drunk, and then come here for pizza. When more drunk people walk in, there’s a girl that gives her “shriek.” You know that sound. If you don’t, next time you go out, just listen for loud drunk girls and that loud scream they do when excited. An interesting place at night.

February 27, 2009
CNF has nothing to do, so he comes into the city. I write down like eight different pubs near me so that we have lots of options. He says No to a few of them. We then find a place that’s not too busy. I get a beer and I realize at the bar that at both 9:00 and 3:00 (our left or right), there is a small group of girls. Going out, it’s very rare that you run into a small of girls just sitting there. Pure “prey.” I tell CNF that it’s embarrassing for us to be on a “date” grabbing a beer at a bar. He’s tired and we end up leaving really quickly.
I eventually go really late to get some McDonalds at like 3:00ish. While walking back, I randomly see some douche doing the “ballin” move. I then realize that it’s Evan walking back from Tuck Shop. It’s so random he’s up so late, but he needed something to eat.

February 28, 2009
CNF and Tom are going to a rave in Red Hook. I jump down to the subway and just miss the subway. It’s reaching 11:30ish and stuff and it’s 40 minutes to get there, so I give up on that. I go to a bar thing that is supposed to have lots of NYU people. I ask if Evan wants to go, but he backs out. I walk over to the bar at Union Square, but it takes a while and I get there by 12:45. It’s really crowded and I start off the night by getting a beer, but it’s $6. I run into Derrick and then randomly think I see a girl that I’ve spoken to from my class. I don’t want to be weird in case it’s not her.
I walk around for a bit and then finally ask her if I know her. It turns out that it is her. She’s there with a few cute suitemates. She asks if I’m there with anyone. It’s really awkward to say that I showed up myself, so I say I’m waiting for “my friend” to come.
This is when Pickup Artist comes in. She says she went out tonight because she bought new earrings and needed to show them off. I’m sitting on the couch with her and her friend. After chatting a bit, she’s in her seat dancing. I say that I can tell she wants to dance and she’s like Yeah. I grab her by the arm and pull her out to the dancing area. It’s a swankish, loungey bar, but there’s loud music and an area where people can dance. I’m quite the monster, I even pull the twirl move on her.
We sit back down and I ask if she wants to go for Round 2 of dancing, but she says she doesn’t want to just have her friend sit there. We talk for a bit and it’s slipped in that she has a boyfriend. I then say that her friends should be dancing too, so we all get down to boogie. It’s been over a year since Prague and clubbing. Dancing is too way fun.
She later mentions that my friend hasn’t shown yet. A bit awkward. I end up getting another drink. It turns out that one of the friends actually knows Lady Gaga since she was an NYU student before becoming who she is now. Apparently Lady Gaga had just called or texted. I know it’s hard to believe, but the friend calls her “Stef,” which is Gaga’s real first name, Stefani. She shows me her phone and I see “Germ An.” Later, I find out that those part of Gaga’s real last name. That’s so weird.
The girl from class goes to get a drink and I end up dancing forever with one of her friends. Then they all join and there’s the obvious “guy that dances over to dance with the girls, but they don’t want to dance with him so they try to avoid and ignore him dancing.”
After a while, they decide that they need to go back. They end up leaving. I stay a bit looking to see if I know anyone there. By 2:30ish, I leave. I walk over to McDonalds. A fun night.