February 3, 2012
After an amazing burger at Juliebelle’s with Kenny and Bolanos, we head to BHT. I wanted to make bigger plans tonight, but that doesn’t end up happening. I’ve been a sober Sal for the past few weeks, so it’s good having a few beers.
February 4, 2012
Some thinking I was doing:
The mirror of time reflects our past for only a better future.
For we are darkness in an empty room without memories.
After much contact and planning with people, I eventually get a ride with Avi and his girlfriend Maya into the city. He's been doing well being a ski instructor up in Vermont. Maya is also very nice and cool. My brothers seem to be doing well, getting hooked up and all. Stefan has apparently made it uh-fish with Sara. Very happy for those two love birds. Or a more a dove and a jokey Toucan Stefan.
We meet up with Aaron, Brandon, Bolanos, and Samara and her friends at this club in Hell's Kitchen.
I always dress up, but the shoes are no good. I'm sure I could've gotten last their shoe dress code, but the other guys are more obvious with their sneakers. We decide to go to Landmark Tavern a block away and then to Pony Bar. Samara goes in with her friends and Bolanos ain't happy about it.
On the way, there's this 220 pound girl in just a white tshirt in this cold winter weather. She's drunk as fuck and bumps into me. She tries to cause ruckus and I just walk. Bolanos on the other hand replies to be threats of a fight, "You want some!?" If I was Bolanos I would reply, "Yeah, lay down and spread your leg. Lets do this sweetheart."
He avoids a fight, but this is a Zoo of a woman. Aaron and Bolanos think that it could be racist. No, it doesn't matter that she was Hispanic. It was more the fact that she was belligerent and a mess. It was like the Bronx Zoo. She was a freaking zoo creature. Put that shit behind a cage.
At Tavern, Bolanos is pretty out of it. He's just nonchalantly pouring beer all over himself as he stands. I've never seen a man standing up straight with a glass straight up and somehow slowly pour beer all over his jeans and shoes. Avi and Maya split.
TA, Bolanos, Atron, and I are left at Pony Bar. We go to the Halal cart for a bite and Bolanos in his stupor drops part of his gyro all over Aaron. We joke he might as well thrown up on him. It’s all over his jacket and sleeve. Fucking mess.
Before we leave, we end up sitting at this table with two girls. They’re a little bit older than us, 25-26 and work in the city doing ad agency stuff. Very interesting stuff. Bolanos is still a grouchy face and sits there not interested in engaging in conversation at all. We end up heading to the train.
So this girl is weeping like crazy on the train. I feel bad for her, she has make up running down her face. She's on the phone and I can tell from her call that it's serious business. She's angry as fuck. She apparently has been fucking this dude for months and was told at the club that he has a girlfriend. He pushed her away from him and didn't want to deal with it no more. This phone call his her backlash.
The sound track during this is this guy constantly repeating, "Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch." She is now balling out even worse. Her friends are around her and she's leaning against the window with her face against the glass, crying and shouting depressing emotional lines. " Why are you telling me you love this girl?! We're not done! We're not done!"
After her phone call, she just leans on her friend and balls crazy. She is hyperventilating and I can't tell if she's going to throw up or pass out. And hell, this is a very pretty girl in a tight black dress and big green eyes. Shes actually still in high school. She's half Thai and half Jewish. Fuck, hook me up with one of those. She can rebound and find an actual man, like moi. A friend gives her advice and shes still a youngin. Get some reality, shes going to be fine. Young naive love is a killer.
Love sucks. It makes hearts and shatters them like a bull in China shop. Or maybe we're actually just miniature China dolls in a bull pen as the world of love can recklessly break us without a moments notice.
She tells a story about how he was willing to stab her with a gun. The singer, "Romantic bitch, ro romantic bitch."
February 5, 2012
It’s the Super Bowl biotch. I head in and meet up with half of the boys, Dimitri, Charles, Dave, and TA. At half time, I get a sandwich and then we all go to Dalton’s to meet up with Aaron, Evan, and Bolanos. It’s a tight as game, but the Giants pull through baby. A great time to be a New Yorker. Dave eventually gives me a ride back. I call it a night eventually because I have class at 1:00. Thankfully it’s later instead of early because I wouldn’t be waking the fuck up, no way.
