Part 2: Friday( New Years eve)
My mind was racing from the previous night so I slept horribly... I slept from 6:30 am until about 9 and then laid in bed for a few hours. I decided It was pointless to go back to sleep so it was shower time. I couldn't find a towel so I decided I would just shower and then stand there until I was dry. So I did. It took me like 20 minutes to totally dry off, I tried the shake like a dog method and I also tried to squigii myself with my hands. Etc. etc.The rest of the morning was boring... Fast forward.... It's 2pm... ugh. I was kind of annoyed at the fact that I was just now leaving the house, and conspired (with brandon) that we would make up for it by pulling an all-nighter.
I'm heading off to Manhattan to get my tickets to Revival, New Yorks "best kept new years secret" ... lies... I honestly thought there was no way that Friday night could top Thursday night. I was beginning to think I was right. I was wrong.
A guy on the Train is spinning a basketball. Thats pretty cool... NO IT IS COOL! He was spinning it and then putting it on a pencil and then he put the pencil in his shoe and it spun there for a minute or so while he lit a cigarette and it drank a cup of milk. Ok, That was a lie, But it did sit there for a good minute. Best day ever already!
So we get to the line to pick up our tickets at 3:30. By this point the line extended the entire length and width and then length of the block AGAIN. Thats right it started at 20th and 6th.. It went down to 20th and 5th up to 21st and 5th and back down to 21 and 6th where it finally ended at the entrance.. It was an hour and a forty-five minute wait.
The only really memorable parts of the wait was this guy who came up and said, " HEY! I'm doing a video documentation what is this line for?!!" We explained to him.. Then he left... And this one women offered to pay us to stand by us, I felt like I was getting paid to be kind, so we refused the money. The only reason that was even worth including was because he never once pointed the camera at us. He just kind of showed it to us but made sure it faced away the whole time... I hope that works out for him....
It was 5:00pm and our night was about to start. I decide that the restaurant we had reservations at is probably downtown of union square. I was wrong. So we begin our venture south.
I have to say, in New york I always look before I cross the Street, unless the crosswalk signal says walk. Well it said walk, and well...
I heard it. There was the distinctive sound of tire on wet pavement. I leapt higher than an Olympian and screamed in my best damsel in distress voice. After I realized that I was not dead, I looked left and realized that not only was the vehicle going the same direction as I was, but it was also a bicycle. Brandon laughed his ass off. Upon hearing Brandon laughing, all 15 people at the intersection, even the women pushing strollers joined him in having their laugh.
They didn't know I would have the last laugh that night.
Only 10 feet from where this dreaded incident happened we come across a puddle. But, ladies and gentlemen this puddle was not an ordinary puddle. It was a puddle in disguise. It looked like street! A snow storm had just come through, and water had collected near the crosswalks, usually you can see it, but every now and then their was a sheath of ice and snow atop that camouflaged the said water. Brandon and I did not see it.
Splash...
But it wasn't us that received our daily bath. You see, the gods of Adventure knew I had already showered. It was the pleasantly plump women in front of us. No one laughed at her... We keep walking.
$2 Chang beer, done. We sit down at an Asian bar and begin to drink our Asian beer. We don't like it that much, but Brandon still ordered another. Why, you ask? It wasn't because it was good... It wasn't because he found their accents enjoyable(they didn't speak to us at all)... It was because Brandon took a 15 minute shit and felt guilty for leaving the smell...... perplexed? as was I. but then I drank half of it anyway so it was fine and free. Brandon was getting a horrible headache.
We leave to meet up with our friends at Rodeo Bar and Grille. It's 30 blocks from where we wound up. We walked. Walking would end up defining the night. We get there and by this time Brandon looks and feels like shit, I'm not too concerned because that always happens when he gets hungry. We go inside and begin to snack on peanuts while we wait to be seated. There is a 50 year old Korean man at the Bar who we watch for 30 minutes while he dances alone. He seemed pretty happy about the fact that it was new years. A little salsa move here, a little meringue move there. His behaviour is how I imagine Santa Clauses behaviour to been. He steals some money from a bartender and then gives it back (maybe this is robin hood?), then picks it up and looks at it again and puts it back. Naturally we find this amusing. Next to him is a lonely looking man who I secretly hope I don't end up like, then I realize how I feel is a choice and I make the choice to be happy as shit because I'm in NYC and its only 7 o'clock and I've already embarrassed myself and been on a mini adventure.
I see a familiar sign hanging on the wall.. Could it be? It IS! LONE STAR BEER.
No I've never had it, but my dad has. It was his Beer of choice at Texas Tech when he was a student there. 5 dollars for a case! with returnable bottles.. meaning that every time you buy a new case if you bring back all 24 bottles you get the new case for only 5 dollars. Would I join my father in the ranks of manhood and try maybe the cheapest beer on earth? Of course. I promptly ordered it, and a burrito. Brandon looks even worse, He has already tried to force himself to vomit twice (without avail), and I am quickly beginning to realize that tonight is going to suck. I will not have fun at all without Brandon. He is going to go back to Brooklyn.
I try to ignore this fact while I enjoy the decent cheap beer. I can't. I grab Brandon and we find a duanereade and get some alka-seltzer. Somehow, much to my dismay he takes it and it appears to not have worked at all. I'm nearly in tears.
And then he burps.
A glimmer of hope enters, and I desperately cling onto it. Long and boring story short, Brandon gets better!!! I have no idea how that happened, but I am truly grateful.
Enter Revival. All I drank until midnight was scotch. I had five glasses ( fancy plastic cups) of Johnny Walker Black, obviously without ice, and I was loving it. I brought my digital audio recorder so that I could record awesome moments from the evening. It wasn't working early but it was now. Conversation piece?
A woman, Fat Bitch, says to me "Hey you should get 2 drinks next time you go to the bar." I reply excitedly, and promptly agree with her.....
apparently that was not good enough... " Move along now boy,".....
"No, I was serious, I think thats a good idea"
"If you don't get out of my sight right now, I'm going to punch you in the fucking face."
.....uh......
I walked away, every time I walked by her for the rest of the night I was afraid of getting punched. Ladies and gentleman, she was a BIG woman.
2 girls approach me and asked me what my name is! YES GIRLS ARE TALKING TO ME!!!!!!
I say.. " I'm Josh lets write a song".... I pull out my digital recorder and start singing about how the hors' d'oeuvres are cold.. The less attractive one, puts on a big fake smile says "yah" in her best Pee Wee Herman voice and walks away. She pulls her prettier friend along with her.. Her prettier friend is meanwhile saying, "No he's cute why are we leaving?".... ( I hate when people are so afraid of themselves that they can't even accept other people.. also, what gives this girl the right to drag her friend away... sad day) I look at them and say " Oh, I guess I'm to weird for you guys, Later!" That was just an exciting moment, because I truly did not care at all. Awesome.
Fun continues. (In list form)
-Making up songs with a girl I will refer to as Awesome-Bad-Ass. I don't think I've ever met someone so open to goof around and be merry within just a few hours of meeting me! The best part of it is that not only is she awesome, she is beautiful. Naturally, I enjoyed this. best quote from a song "If you don't like poop then you don't know anything!!!" Awesome-Bad-Ass even made up a whole song about how I was sexy! And how my glasses were cute.
Isn't it great when pretty people think you are pretty? I think so... Also, I'm sad to say this but I lost my glasses on the bus ride home so Awesome-Bad-Ass if you are reading this, I regret to inform you that I may be slightly less sexy than I was on NYE. Only slightly.
-New Years HUG with Brandon!! Single men at the bar!!! ( lisping) Bessst friendzz for lifesz
We left to the subway station at union square. a Man playing a Djembe and another man playing a home-made marimba are making music. So we tip them and move on.. (did you really think I would have written something THAT DUMB on here.. duh no!!!)
Actually, we join them. Brandon and I dance and jump around like hooligans and make up some tribal chant like melodies over top of their awesome song. Brandon and I draw a crowd of about 30 people I instruct the crowd to clap, they do. We now have a small cult following. I don't know how long we were there for, or how many trains we missed, but as soon as we left, so did the entire crowd. Touching.
We were off to the Alligator lounge to meet of with Bartender and Bartendress from the previous night. We get there, where we are treated to free drinks and pizza. OH WAIT! NO! They stopped serving pizza 24 seconds before we got there!!! WTF! But we still got free drinks. That's why Bartender is a bad ass. (just one of many reasons)
We go all the way back to Williamsburg to get some friends who fell asleep on the subway and woke up in Bronx. Then we try to go to the 24 hour diner, which you would think would have been open but it wasn't. Then Brandon found 5 dollars.
oops typo, Brandon found 50 dollars! Seriously how does that happen in New York. I wish I found 50 dollars too.
Our friends left us, and we decide to walk 4 miles home from Williamsburg to wherever we were staying... Thats right, I didn't even know where it was. I've checked google maps and somehow we managed to walk almost the exact route that google suggested just by luck. It took up 2 and a half hours to get home. And on the way I kicked a dead rat, stepped in one of the camouflaged puddles soaking me almost up to my knees, and developed awful pain in my legs because oh shit!!.. I've been walking since 4 pm.. and its 7 am....
I spent the entire walk home talking about how beautiful the night was and how cool it was that Awesome-Bad-Ass was an awesome bad ass.. Byootiful I kept saying.. Brandon won't ever let me live it down either...
We watched the first sunrise of the new year on some random street in Brooklyn. I said " It's Byootiful" and we kept walking. we finally arrived at 8 am... Our friends said to call and they'd get the door We called. We called again. We called again. We called AGAIN! DAMMIT! Well...
We slept on the stoop. not really, But we did close our eyes and nap for about 4 minutes before someone finally answered. We ran into bed. And laughed for 30 minutes. Not only were we delirious, we were so giddy that all there was to do was laugh for 30 minutes before going to bed. I told you I would have the last laugh.
AFTERMATh: (part 3)
Shit we overslept, my alarm was set for 10, we woke up at 1:30. Bus leaves at 3. Shit. As we get off the subway a young black man Ibrahim approaches us to say that he saw us dancing and singing at the Union Square subway and that Brandon and I are cool as shit, and THANK YOU for dancing!!! Rock Star Status!
Then we ride the bus and I lose my glasses...
I can honestly say that this trip to NY was the best yet. It was just an outrageously awesome time. A preview to my trip to Europe in may.... So much about it was completely Beautiful (Byootiful).
Until later,
Josh
My mind was racing from the previous night so I slept horribly... I slept from 6:30 am until about 9 and then laid in bed for a few hours. I decided It was pointless to go back to sleep so it was shower time. I couldn't find a towel so I decided I would just shower and then stand there until I was dry. So I did. It took me like 20 minutes to totally dry off, I tried the shake like a dog method and I also tried to squigii myself with my hands. Etc. etc.The rest of the morning was boring... Fast forward.... It's 2pm... ugh. I was kind of annoyed at the fact that I was just now leaving the house, and conspired (with brandon) that we would make up for it by pulling an all-nighter.
I'm heading off to Manhattan to get my tickets to Revival, New Yorks "best kept new years secret" ... lies... I honestly thought there was no way that Friday night could top Thursday night. I was beginning to think I was right. I was wrong.
A guy on the Train is spinning a basketball. Thats pretty cool... NO IT IS COOL! He was spinning it and then putting it on a pencil and then he put the pencil in his shoe and it spun there for a minute or so while he lit a cigarette and it drank a cup of milk. Ok, That was a lie, But it did sit there for a good minute. Best day ever already!
So we get to the line to pick up our tickets at 3:30. By this point the line extended the entire length and width and then length of the block AGAIN. Thats right it started at 20th and 6th.. It went down to 20th and 5th up to 21st and 5th and back down to 21 and 6th where it finally ended at the entrance.. It was an hour and a forty-five minute wait.
The only really memorable parts of the wait was this guy who came up and said, " HEY! I'm doing a video documentation what is this line for?!!" We explained to him.. Then he left... And this one women offered to pay us to stand by us, I felt like I was getting paid to be kind, so we refused the money. The only reason that was even worth including was because he never once pointed the camera at us. He just kind of showed it to us but made sure it faced away the whole time... I hope that works out for him....
It was 5:00pm and our night was about to start. I decide that the restaurant we had reservations at is probably downtown of union square. I was wrong. So we begin our venture south.
I have to say, in New york I always look before I cross the Street, unless the crosswalk signal says walk. Well it said walk, and well...
I heard it. There was the distinctive sound of tire on wet pavement. I leapt higher than an Olympian and screamed in my best damsel in distress voice. After I realized that I was not dead, I looked left and realized that not only was the vehicle going the same direction as I was, but it was also a bicycle. Brandon laughed his ass off. Upon hearing Brandon laughing, all 15 people at the intersection, even the women pushing strollers joined him in having their laugh.
They didn't know I would have the last laugh that night.
Only 10 feet from where this dreaded incident happened we come across a puddle. But, ladies and gentlemen this puddle was not an ordinary puddle. It was a puddle in disguise. It looked like street! A snow storm had just come through, and water had collected near the crosswalks, usually you can see it, but every now and then their was a sheath of ice and snow atop that camouflaged the said water. Brandon and I did not see it.
Splash...
But it wasn't us that received our daily bath. You see, the gods of Adventure knew I had already showered. It was the pleasantly plump women in front of us. No one laughed at her... We keep walking.
$2 Chang beer, done. We sit down at an Asian bar and begin to drink our Asian beer. We don't like it that much, but Brandon still ordered another. Why, you ask? It wasn't because it was good... It wasn't because he found their accents enjoyable(they didn't speak to us at all)... It was because Brandon took a 15 minute shit and felt guilty for leaving the smell...... perplexed? as was I. but then I drank half of it anyway so it was fine and free. Brandon was getting a horrible headache.
We leave to meet up with our friends at Rodeo Bar and Grille. It's 30 blocks from where we wound up. We walked. Walking would end up defining the night. We get there and by this time Brandon looks and feels like shit, I'm not too concerned because that always happens when he gets hungry. We go inside and begin to snack on peanuts while we wait to be seated. There is a 50 year old Korean man at the Bar who we watch for 30 minutes while he dances alone. He seemed pretty happy about the fact that it was new years. A little salsa move here, a little meringue move there. His behaviour is how I imagine Santa Clauses behaviour to been. He steals some money from a bartender and then gives it back (maybe this is robin hood?), then picks it up and looks at it again and puts it back. Naturally we find this amusing. Next to him is a lonely looking man who I secretly hope I don't end up like, then I realize how I feel is a choice and I make the choice to be happy as shit because I'm in NYC and its only 7 o'clock and I've already embarrassed myself and been on a mini adventure.
I see a familiar sign hanging on the wall.. Could it be? It IS! LONE STAR BEER.
No I've never had it, but my dad has. It was his Beer of choice at Texas Tech when he was a student there. 5 dollars for a case! with returnable bottles.. meaning that every time you buy a new case if you bring back all 24 bottles you get the new case for only 5 dollars. Would I join my father in the ranks of manhood and try maybe the cheapest beer on earth? Of course. I promptly ordered it, and a burrito. Brandon looks even worse, He has already tried to force himself to vomit twice (without avail), and I am quickly beginning to realize that tonight is going to suck. I will not have fun at all without Brandon. He is going to go back to Brooklyn.
I try to ignore this fact while I enjoy the decent cheap beer. I can't. I grab Brandon and we find a duanereade and get some alka-seltzer. Somehow, much to my dismay he takes it and it appears to not have worked at all. I'm nearly in tears.
And then he burps.
A glimmer of hope enters, and I desperately cling onto it. Long and boring story short, Brandon gets better!!! I have no idea how that happened, but I am truly grateful.
Enter Revival. All I drank until midnight was scotch. I had five glasses ( fancy plastic cups) of Johnny Walker Black, obviously without ice, and I was loving it. I brought my digital audio recorder so that I could record awesome moments from the evening. It wasn't working early but it was now. Conversation piece?
A woman, Fat Bitch, says to me "Hey you should get 2 drinks next time you go to the bar." I reply excitedly, and promptly agree with her.....
apparently that was not good enough... " Move along now boy,".....
"No, I was serious, I think thats a good idea"
"If you don't get out of my sight right now, I'm going to punch you in the fucking face."
.....uh......
I walked away, every time I walked by her for the rest of the night I was afraid of getting punched. Ladies and gentleman, she was a BIG woman.
2 girls approach me and asked me what my name is! YES GIRLS ARE TALKING TO ME!!!!!!
I say.. " I'm Josh lets write a song".... I pull out my digital recorder and start singing about how the hors' d'oeuvres are cold.. The less attractive one, puts on a big fake smile says "yah" in her best Pee Wee Herman voice and walks away. She pulls her prettier friend along with her.. Her prettier friend is meanwhile saying, "No he's cute why are we leaving?".... ( I hate when people are so afraid of themselves that they can't even accept other people.. also, what gives this girl the right to drag her friend away... sad day) I look at them and say " Oh, I guess I'm to weird for you guys, Later!" That was just an exciting moment, because I truly did not care at all. Awesome.
Fun continues. (In list form)
-Making up songs with a girl I will refer to as Awesome-Bad-Ass. I don't think I've ever met someone so open to goof around and be merry within just a few hours of meeting me! The best part of it is that not only is she awesome, she is beautiful. Naturally, I enjoyed this. best quote from a song "If you don't like poop then you don't know anything!!!" Awesome-Bad-Ass even made up a whole song about how I was sexy! And how my glasses were cute.
Isn't it great when pretty people think you are pretty? I think so... Also, I'm sad to say this but I lost my glasses on the bus ride home so Awesome-Bad-Ass if you are reading this, I regret to inform you that I may be slightly less sexy than I was on NYE. Only slightly.
-New Years HUG with Brandon!! Single men at the bar!!! ( lisping) Bessst friendzz for lifesz
We left to the subway station at union square. a Man playing a Djembe and another man playing a home-made marimba are making music. So we tip them and move on.. (did you really think I would have written something THAT DUMB on here.. duh no!!!)
Actually, we join them. Brandon and I dance and jump around like hooligans and make up some tribal chant like melodies over top of their awesome song. Brandon and I draw a crowd of about 30 people I instruct the crowd to clap, they do. We now have a small cult following. I don't know how long we were there for, or how many trains we missed, but as soon as we left, so did the entire crowd. Touching.
We were off to the Alligator lounge to meet of with Bartender and Bartendress from the previous night. We get there, where we are treated to free drinks and pizza. OH WAIT! NO! They stopped serving pizza 24 seconds before we got there!!! WTF! But we still got free drinks. That's why Bartender is a bad ass. (just one of many reasons)
We go all the way back to Williamsburg to get some friends who fell asleep on the subway and woke up in Bronx. Then we try to go to the 24 hour diner, which you would think would have been open but it wasn't. Then Brandon found 5 dollars.
oops typo, Brandon found 50 dollars! Seriously how does that happen in New York. I wish I found 50 dollars too.
Our friends left us, and we decide to walk 4 miles home from Williamsburg to wherever we were staying... Thats right, I didn't even know where it was. I've checked google maps and somehow we managed to walk almost the exact route that google suggested just by luck. It took up 2 and a half hours to get home. And on the way I kicked a dead rat, stepped in one of the camouflaged puddles soaking me almost up to my knees, and developed awful pain in my legs because oh shit!!.. I've been walking since 4 pm.. and its 7 am....
I spent the entire walk home talking about how beautiful the night was and how cool it was that Awesome-Bad-Ass was an awesome bad ass.. Byootiful I kept saying.. Brandon won't ever let me live it down either...
We watched the first sunrise of the new year on some random street in Brooklyn. I said " It's Byootiful" and we kept walking. we finally arrived at 8 am... Our friends said to call and they'd get the door We called. We called again. We called again. We called AGAIN! DAMMIT! Well...
We slept on the stoop. not really, But we did close our eyes and nap for about 4 minutes before someone finally answered. We ran into bed. And laughed for 30 minutes. Not only were we delirious, we were so giddy that all there was to do was laugh for 30 minutes before going to bed. I told you I would have the last laugh.
AFTERMATh: (part 3)
Shit we overslept, my alarm was set for 10, we woke up at 1:30. Bus leaves at 3. Shit. As we get off the subway a young black man Ibrahim approaches us to say that he saw us dancing and singing at the Union Square subway and that Brandon and I are cool as shit, and THANK YOU for dancing!!! Rock Star Status!
Then we ride the bus and I lose my glasses...
I can honestly say that this trip to NY was the best yet. It was just an outrageously awesome time. A preview to my trip to Europe in may.... So much about it was completely Beautiful (Byootiful).
Until later,
Josh
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