January 9th, 2004


New Years Eve Weekend, Pt. 3

It really wasn't the headache that bothered me so much the morning after New Years Eve: it was the impending nausea. With little more than a slice of pizza and some cocktail party snacks, I woke up hungry and hung over. For me, hungry + hung over = barf. I waited as long as I could before breaking down and getting a hot dog from the guy on the street, and luckily, everybody was ready soon thereafter and we were off to find bagels.

Chinatown doesn't have bagels.

We had made halfassed plans to meet some of our friends in Little Italy for dinner, but since WE were right there and bagelless, WE figured WE could find a different place to eat that night and went for Italian. As hungry as I was, it was a battle of wills between me and my capellini the whole meal.

MICKEY had plans to spend the day at the "Yankee Stadium of Nerding", and my little Country Mouse got in a cab by himself and went for it. I was really proud of him for that; I don't think I'd have the courage to


I wrote all that on Tuesday or Wednesday. Remember all that complaining I used to do about my old job and all I did was sit around on LJ? Yeah. It's now 9 days after New Years and doesn't seem appropriate to keep recapping, plus I'm sure most of you don't care anymore. So let me try (as hard as I may) to give the short version:

Mick went to go nerding and Gamer, Jenn and I went down for a nap. I seemed to have won the battle over my lunch, but wasn't sure if I had secured victory for the war. In addition, the aftereffects of a night of mixing depressants with stimulants left me with this quirky sensation where I thought I could feel my blood moving around my hands.

Jenn and I woke up at 4:00, after a few hours of sleep during which I was having dreams where people were breaking into the room. Turns out it was just the maid bringing us new towels. We got ready and went up to check out the Nerd Store and see how Mickey was doing. He was knee deep in geek and having a great time, so we went for a stroll and told him to call when he was ready.

The plans for a dinner meetup were still as damply concrete as they were six hours ago, so we stopped at a diner for a snack. When eating at diners, Gamer and I play a game. There are no rules, there is no scoring, but we know who wins. After looking over the menu for a few minutes, he glares and me and grunts, "whatcha got?"

"Okay", I say, readying my hands to accentuate my points, "cup of cream of carrot soup. Fried egger on white toast with a touch of butter. Coffee."

Gamer sighs knowingly, smiles, and leans back in the booth. "Bowl of split pea soup. Cheese fries. Chocolate milkshake."

Clearly, he won. And what's more, when the waitress came to deliver the food, she presented him with a "Bowl of Pee".


Okay so it's getting long again. I'm in it for good now. Stay tuned for the last installment.
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New Years Eve Weekend, Pt. 4

At least it can be said that I finish what I start.

After the diner, we walked down to the Village to meet up with the friends we had been planning to meet throughout the day. We went to a bar on their street that they said was pretty new and had a nice feel. It did, but something was weird. It was really...bright in there and very...quiet. It seemed like we were someplace we weren't supposed to be drinking ...like we were in someone's living room where we weren't welcome.

And that about sums up my first experience in a Smoke Free NYC. Forget all of the insanity of the people who bitched about smoky bars becoming the same people who bitch about smoky streets; how the people who concocted this said they're doing it for the benefit of the workers but those same people could give shit less about the workers when the bars shut down. Forget all the stuff about the bars losing money because people are walking out on checks when bartenders think they're going for a smoke, or people who go for smokes come back to find their drinks thrown away and seats taken. Smoke Free bars make you feel like an intruder.

Thankfully the place had a fun bartender to chat with, sparkling restrooms, and mind-blowing crab bisque. The drinks hit our hung-over bodies fast, and after a late bite at a Mexican joint, we went back to the hotel. I guess you could say we got our money's worth out of it what with all of the sleeping that got done.

Friday's ride home was as relaxing as the ride down. Longer, but enjoyable. And there was WaWa also.

And now, newer, more timely posts!
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When will I learn

I can not play horror games in my apartment alone at night. Something fell and made a noise in my bedroom and I almost puked. I'm such a wuss.

And now for some nice, soothing card games on yahoo.
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