Friday Night, Saturday Morning
I had some things reconfirmed for me last night.
I still do not enjoy shopping for clothes, especially during tax-free week and at Century 21, of all places. I think I popped a coronary combing the cramped and crowded aisles, looking for business-casual attire. I guess it serves me right for going on a Friday evening.
Sneaking into 2 Gold and having dinner and drinks on the roof with friends will always make for a nice way to spend an evening. And, the hilarity of drunken billiards on the third floor is a great dessert.
Hipsterdom c/o of the Lower East Side nightlife intimidates me, and it’s just not for me. But, taking some chalk and “improving upon” the murals in a dive bar is a fun way to pass the time.
I need to re-learn how to not spend money I don’t have on stupid shit.
Smoking hookah makes me feel ill. But, I still find myself doing it when asked if I want to. It’s just that, like, if I want to taste some cantaloupe, I will buy one and eat it.
Dancing on the subway is a lot less embarrassing when you’re drunk.
I always feel accomplished in some sort of immature way when I don’t get home until 4:30 a.m. And, hungry too. I’m so grateful for living above a pizza place that stays open until 5 a.m. on the weekends.
Nonetheless, coming home alone is consistently sobering.
But, friends are wonderful.