Tomorrow will officially mark the beginning of my favorite month in New York, but Jesus, in retrospect I think I’ve been in spring mode for a little while now. Might be time to rein it in a bit.
So I’ve been fortunate enough to have both CL and KM move into the city in the past month or so (from San Diego and Seattle, respectively), and I’ve been clocking a goodly amount of face time with them, at least in NY terms. No matter how hard I try, it’s tough to coordinate seeing people more than every few weeks here, it seems, so I’ve been in a good mood about our recent string of successes.
Anyway, CL and KM hadn’t met each other yet, and Friday we were all feeling like going out, so we meet up to grab a few drinks. I’m the first to get to the EV and decide to have a quick drink with some friends I’ve known since shortly after I got to NY. This quickly becomes three drinks waiting for everyone to show up. My two out-of-towner lady friends arrive, then CS shows up, then it starts pouring, so we stay put and keep drinking. It finally lets up, after which which the four of us decide to do a bit of barhopping, which I find is always fun with three lovely ladies.
While initially our plan was pretty tame — “Oh, let’s just go have a drink somewhere” – in the end we wound up hitting Heathers, the Porch, the Speakeasy, and 40C before finally landing at Tile Bar to meet up with a friend of mine from our first stop who’d just wrapped up his shift. Necessitating — you guessed it — more drinks. All in all a good night — who knew the Speakeasy was that packed and that 40C has a tranny night? – but I was definitely a little rough around the edges the next morning. I learned later that one of us (I won’t say who) had to have her cabbie circle her apartment a few times before he finally managed to wake her up. Good times.
Saturday I got up and went home to have breakfast, then met LB for “lunch,” which quickly became drinks at Veloce and Tile Bar again. Finally met her other roommate, fresh off a plane from Montreal to find me drinking on her couch… Sorry, LB. At some point I realized I was in the dead zone between 10:30 and 2:00, so I head home, take a nap until 2:00, shower, then head back to G2 until, um, 5:30 in the morning. This was likely ill-advised, since I had to get up the next morning for a 1:00 Mets game.
Sunday morning was painful, but that pain was quickly soothed by a brief flurry of $8 Budweisers in those cheesy stadium bottles. But the seats were good, the weather held up, and the Mets took it. What more can you ask for?
