NYC Day the Fourth

I love this city.

I love this city SO MUCH.

If only I weren't so broke right now. Because it is so very expensive.

Cab rides. Alcohol. Food. Alcohol.

Someday I will be able to afford to live here. Or I will just take the plunge and come out here and hope that my connector abilities will help me find my way to survival. (I've been reading The Tipping Point.)

But yes. I have decided that I love this city. I love LA too. But I LOVE New York. The food. The people. The dancing until 4 am.

So...yesterday. Tee and I woke up at her place. We went to a delcious Thai lunch.

Then went to the scuba store with Alejandra to pick out scuba gear.



Then went to SoHo to shop and, more importantly, stare at pretty people.

Oh...one thing about New York vs. LA...in New York, all the hot people aren't necessarily involved in jobs focused on how hot they are. They're successful at things other than being hot. In LA, hot people's jobs usually involve them being hot and them thinking about how hot they are and what they can do every second of their lives to make themselves hotter. Weird right?

So anyway, I bought a hoodie at Club Monaco. But I refrained from buying anything else. Because I feel so very broke.

I bumped into this girl, I have no clue what her name was, or if I'd ever seen her before...but she remembered me as if we were long-lost friends. Had a few minutes of awkward "catching up", by the time we parted ways I still could not place her....oh well...in a way it's like the celebrity experience, and that makes it ok.

Night fell.

We went to Felix's. Then rode a cab up to Imran's in gay Chelsea. Chelsea is awesome. Imran's apartment is awesome. His roommates are super hot.

We drank at Imran's rooftop overlooking the empire state building. Then we went to Jessup's birthday party 20 minutes away at some club. Then we went back to Imran's. And then it happened.

I broke my head.

On the way up to the roof there was a sharp edged electrical socket just as you open the door to the stairwell. I drunkenly stumbled right into it. Felt fine. Continued upstairs to the party.

30 seconds later I felt the blood start streaming down my face. I put my hand up to my head...covered in blood.

Lee, who was an EMT, brought me down to the apartment, on our way down I passed by the sharp edged socket thing and noticed a huge chunk of hair and bloody head-skin attached to the sharp edge. So gross.



I sat in Imran's tub for an hour. Bleeding. It was fantastic.



Eventually the bleeding stopped. I am very thankful to the drunk people who stopped to help me and wish me well. Thank you ramdoms. One girl kept calling me "Mr. Broken Capilliyaries". Yes. Capilliyaries. Not Capillaries.

Around 2:30am, alcohol ran out. The party died. Tee showed up. I was like, "I broke my head." She was like, "The party can't end here! We must soldier on!!!!" So we jumped in a cab and went to a club.

Of course when we got there Felix hopped right back in the cab in typical Felix fashion and went home.

The club, however, was awesome. It was called Sway. They played the best dance music ever. Like A Prayer to Come On Eileen to Hot In Herre to Hollaback Girl. Small. With lots of drunk dancing people. And friendly ones too. We met some gorgeous tall asian and his two girlfriends. They were a threesome. Said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world. New Yorkers are cool. Tee and I danced until I think 4am when the club closed.

Somehow we were so revved up. We went to ANOTHER club. But not before stopping to eat PIIIIIZZZZZZA.



We ended up going to Splash Bar for afterhours. Or attempting to go. At the door they said cover for me was $10, and $35 for girls. I have never seen such discrimination and it made me really angry. I hate straight-haters. We said eff this and let's go eat more FOOOOOOOD.

And so we did. We went to a Korean BBQ place and ate delicious Bulgogi.

The place was a mess. Someone had abandoned some poor drunk Asian girl sitting at her table asleep in her food.

At 5:30 we finally went home.

My head hurts.

I think it is broken.

But I have replaced the hole in my head with food in my tummy.