Wow, Seriously?

September 10, 2009
I start off the day with an apple and jump on the bus to class. I get to Spanish and accidentally don’t have my homework. It stinks because I then can’t participate. I usually hate that, but it’s mad free points, so fuck yea. I go the library, eat my salad, speak to Katie on the phone for a while, and then I have to run to the ClubFest. I’m the new Treasurer for the ACLU club at NYU. I sit around there for a few hours and get some emails on our list.
Afterwards, I go to my Constitution and Minorities class. Afterwards, I meet up with Evan and Jonah to go Baoguette. I get a catfish sandwich and eat half. It’s darn good and put the rest in my bag. It’s rough decision time now. It’s almost 7:00. I have a voucher to go the Free Mystery NYU show at 8:00 with No Age and Raekwon. However, I don’t have class tomorrow and Candace told me about live band karaoke at 9 in Chinatown. The time doesn’t really work out because I want to pregame for karaoke and drop off my stuff. Evan helps out and suggests that he can get me liquor at the big cheap place near NYU.
After speaking to Katie on the phone, I decide go crazy and go to BOTH events. Jonah suggests that I drop off my bag/laptop at his place. I don’t want to rely on him and bother him to pick up my stuff. I also need to pregame yo! So from class to Baoguette, then I run to the venue to get my free ticket, then to the warehouse to give Evan money to get my a handle of cheap vodka, and then I catch the NYU bus back to my place. This is a rough run around. Here’s how it looks.
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So I get to my dorm. I sit down. I pull out the vodka. It’s 8:00 by now and the show has started. In 8 minutes, I take 6 shots with a light dinner. I should be more drunk than I am. It’s been a long day so I also take a shower. I get out the door by 8:50 to catch the bus. I’m a bit drunk by now. I get to the show and can’t find Jonah so I hang for the show by myself. I miss No Age, which I’m fine with. The Raekwon show is awesome. Hip-hop shows in general are meh, but still… Raekwon. Cmon. He plays mostly old school Wu, a few from Cuban Linx I, and a few from the new album. I wish I knew earlier. I would’ve listened to my Raw again and knew the lyrics. Would’ve been a playa. Bolanos has pumped up the album, so I look forward to listening to it. There was some girl business at the show, but Katie doesn’t need to know about that.
The show ends by 10:15 or something. Jonah and I walk over the bar. The bouncer tries to be tricky and says, “Hey, this says ’88 right?” I’m not that drunk motherfucker. My chalked ID works yo! Actually, I’m sobering up at that point. I reply, “No, that’s ’86.” He plays dumb, “Oh, NOW I see it…”
Outside, we see Chris Q. We say Hi. We go in and see Candace pretty blitzed. It’s an awesome thing they have going. The live band has over 100 songs that they can play. You sign up, go on stage, and sing with that as if you were the actual singer for this studio band. Great idea. I’m not drunk enough to do that myself so I sign up for Otherside by RHCP. However, by 12ish, I’m bored. After two beers ($12 w/ tip), I decide to go and take the train back. I walk over to Canal and take the 6 to get to the apartment. Venue, the bar, train station, train station, apartment. Here:
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I get back to the apartment and get on the elevator. I see two girls getting on. These people get off the elevator and they are people my age and drunk, “Yooo! 12C is where it’s at!” I get on the elevator with the two girls and say, “Guess I’m pressing 12.” They don’t end up coming along. At this point, the light dinner and the beers are holding me well. I knock on the door and someone opens up, “Who are you here for?” I need to improvise so I say that I’m here for “Brian Bernstein.” Now that’s actually Evan’s friends and I know Brian, but I say that because I look and see kids with yamaka’s on… Wtf…
I walk in and I realize this is scary. This apartment is only white people and half the guys are wearing yamakas. It’s a fuckin JEW PARTY!!! Turns out that most of the kids go to Yeshiva University. I immediately walk over to the kitchen to look for drinks and introduce myself to David. He’s wearing yamaka too… I again say that I know Brian Bernstein so he understand why I’m there, even though I say that I go to NYU. He takes my number.
Then I’m introduced to another guy that runs a poker game. They both ask for my number. I then meet some girl named Alvital or something. By now, I’ve been sneaking shots of absinthe in the kitchen. I’m way drunk and work this party so well.
Seriously, I’m in a small apartment of 20+ people. Every single person is white. I’m the only Asian there. I’m overdressed wearing my black jacket. Half the men are wearing yamakas! I’m game yo. (Brushes shoulders off).
I get asked about if I’m there for “Debbie” because it’s actually her birthday party. Later in the party, Debbie walks up to me. She asks why I’m there. Debbie… HER party… I can’t pull Brian Bernstein because he’s “made up” and she doesn’t know him. I pull David from my playbook. He’s actually at the party and I know his name! Awesomesauce, that works! However, the security guard keeps coming and knocking on the door. Debbie says that they’re checking IDs and stuff and kicks people out. It’s actually just a lie I’m pretty sure to get rid of people, especially a skeevster like me. However, I’ve crashed this party for over an hour now and it’s 1:40ish by now, so I leave.
I get back, eat my other half of baoguette, some Total Cereal, and drink loads of water, and speak to Bolanos about the experience. I’m about to go to sleep and Katie calls. She was supposed to call it an early night, but she went crazy… Again… So I get a call before 3 and go to sleep after that.
I got my ticket, went home to drop off stuff, took loads of shots, went to the show, went to the bar, played Catch Me If You Can Frank Abagnale shit. I movie that I’ve actually seen three times, last time was with Katie the last day in Michigan. You all know I don’t rewatch movies. Love that movie. Either way, I’m God. Done deal.