I drove to work and was switching channels. Hot 97 came on and they're doing a segment named, "Things Black People Don't Care About." I immediately knew this would be gold. Dennis Hopper dying? They don't care two shits. Gary Coleman? Yo yo, that's a tragedy.
Celine Dion being pregnant? An ignorant bitch says, "Ain't she too old for dat shit?" Another dude says, "She just made that Titanic." He is quickly told that she only sang the song for it.
Kevin Eubanks news? Even though he's black, black people do not watch Leno.
At night, I drive into the city. We were maybe supposed to meet up with Stefan and Evan, but they bitch out. We get a few drinks at The Library, a dive. Then we go to the Lower East Side and try out a bunch of places. Some places are a bit crowded and poppin, but most places are dead because it’s a Tuesday night.
After that dies, we decide to call it an early night after some Artichoke. We go to Beauty Bar for a pee break, but we notice that both bathrooms had two people in them beforehand. Like a guy and girl walk out. I’m not sure what they were doing in there… After that, we drive back. No traffic, shit’s fast.
Plans today to go to Di Fara. I pick up Jonah and Bolanos and we're off at 11:40ish. It takes no time on the highway, but it's all local afterwards. The drive literally takes almost an hour. There's no line to order our square pie. I order a slice, which I get pretty quickly. Wow, best New York style slice I've had.
The square pie with double baking does a long time and we wait well over an hour. We finally get the pie, but they burn a pie and the entire place is smoked up and unbearable. People are being tear gased in there basically. We eat the pizza at the car and head back. We hit traffic on the Belt Pkwy. It takes forever to get back and I get home at 4:00. Wow... Almost a 5 hour "trip." Shit, this has gotta get planned better.
At night, Atron comes over and we get ready for the city. We head in early-ish and reach McFaddens for a graduation party that Annie is throwing. Murray shows up there too. I partake in the open bar even though I wasn't planning to drink much. Whatever, gettin' shitface brudda. I take the 1:19 back. It's fun to end the night relatively early, especially when the open bar closes at 12:00 anyway.
June 18, 2010
CNF is back for the weekend and we decide go to the city. I meet Bolanos, CNF, Atron, and Lauren on the train. We first go to International to have a few drinks. We meet up with Stefan and we split up. Stefan, Bolanos, and I stay at International while the other three go to Angel's Share.
We finally get a spot at Death and Co., but we get there a bit late and hang out with the guy outside, Trace. He has get rid of Austrain "cock suckers" from our spot and finds a liking for our special little Stefan. We finally get in and have a few drinks.
June 24, 2010
I drive into the city with Bolanos. We check out Cheap Shots that was closed down for letting underage people in. They have a police car sitting right in front and the bouncer now scans IDs. It’s pretty empty. There’s one bartender that’s a bit wild. She’s friendly or a bit drunk or something. Obviously we rock some Patriot Ale. Bolanos and I can’t help noticing this man that could only he defined as being a “beast.” Calling him fat would be an offense to fat people.. He’s ugly. He’s old. Just “beast.”
The other bartender is apparently British, but lost her accent a lot. She’s a cold motherfucker though and will have nothing about conversation. Our “beast” man is drunk as crazy and starts peeing on the bar. I feel so bad for the Mexican watching it as he is the one that works there and has the clean it.
Highlight of the night? One of the bartender slips into conversation that he’s the owner. WHA?! We thought he was just some loser that was getting to shitfaced at a shitty dive bar. Instead, he OWNS the place?! Wow… The bartender jokes around that he’s great for tips because he’s slobs around and it really scares of patrons.
Then, we stop at Sunny and Annie’s, a deli. Not a regular deli though. I’ll write my review on Yelp soon.
June 26, 2010
I run over to the liquor store near H Mart for some Jack Daniels. Shit’s not cheap, .750L for $27 with tax. Later in the night, Bolanos picks me up and it’s 11:00 and we drive out to Commack for a party thrown by Jill. Shit’s fucking far dammit. I guess we’re jaded for living only 30 minutes from the city, but most people out in the country have to drive pretty far to meet up with people.
Bolanos and I arrive to the party and people are there by now. We say Hi and then it’s time for shots. Apparently, everyone else brought Jack Daniels as well so there was little variety. Within 10 minutes, our boy is three shots deep and a Heiney. Lee’s a Jersey Boy and he reps it like a Jersey boy. More drinks, more chatting. Saying Hi to people that arrive and stuff.
At one point, I get pretty drunk and it’s meh. However, I regroup, chill, and I’m back in action. However, we do have some other boys that push it a bit far and they’re passed the fuck out. One’s outside on the straw couch. Another’s inside in the living room couch.
At one point, we make a run to 7/11. We pick up some 18 racks and some ping pong balls for beer pong. We play and I sink one cup early. However, the drunksky gets me and I miss all cups from there on. Bolanos has to hold up the team, while it’s very grim and looks like we’re going to lose. However, the other two guys are stuck on our last cup. We get to one cup and catch up. I’ve been missing like a crazy person and my shots are really off. However, on the last cup, I focus in. The zone is set. My eyes and right arm are one. I take the shot. I didn’t even believe that it was so perfect. It just drops in. Then, badda bing, Darwin with the clutch. Sink that single cup in like a motherfucker. Done-zo, Dweez finished that shit up clean. Adios, bitches. However, I don’t try to rep myself too hard because “clutch” is meh when I really only made 2 of the 10 cups.
Then, we make moves into the water. There’s a hot tub and pool. I’m reluctant at first to jump in, but fuck it. Darwin works out for his body, why don’t we take off our shirts? Obvs, we jump ino the water.
One boy is a drunk crazy guy and just gets butt naked. Good thing I didn’t witness this at all, but Bolanos got a full look and was not cool with seeing that business. I guess I do the miss the water a bit since it’s been fucking forever since I’ve been in a pool, hot tub, or the beach. Granted, I avoid these things.
There’s some nakedness, some bikininess, some girls makin out, etc. etc. Shortly after, shooting more shit, we end up leaving by 4:00ish. Basically everyone else ends up staying over for the night, which is probably a good idea since people are drunk and need a ride to the train station. Also, the train itself takes over an hour back to the city. When I get back home, I’m just about to walk into the house when I see Spamps literally pull up in front of my house. Wtf? Apparently, he was working until 5AM?! Seriously?
I jump in the car, say Hi, we randomly take a swig of Jack Daniels that is in my hand and we depart. How random. What a night.
Update: I have a cruise coming up at the end of August for 5 days from New York and Canada with stops. Going with mom and grandma.
Corinne’s supposed to visit soon, dunno when.
And hey, Ela from Germany is coming for her au pair gig. She’s staying for a year and going to be with a family in Connecticut, an hour from NYC. She’d bitch at me if I didn’t say she was awesome. So there we go. Another plus, I never go rock shows anymore. Ela will definitely be down, so yeah.
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