Satnight Oct. 15th

So it’s Saturday and I remember that “My Lawyer” is coming in from DC to party. What can I say; if you party like a wild man you are bound to get a lawyer who does the same. (No cocaine jokes here please…haha!). So my lawyer is giving me shite to get ready to party and I’m thinking after my bender with The General and KGB the night before it might be hard to duplicate such a drinking performance. My liver and body are screaming at me for putting them through such a night after the many times I have promised them no repeat performances.

I hit the UCLA game v. WSU and watch us squeak out a close win versus a cheap ass team. We won and in the end that’s all that matters. Yes, that’s right folks…the Bruins are 6-0 this year and ranked number 9 in the nation…are we for real?

Given the fact that I was up until 7:00 am the night before I’m wondering how the body will hold up because I know The Lawyer has come to the city to party-party. Hit home and change really quick. Make some last minute calls and I’m off again to hit the town and paint it red. Hit the local Bodega for my rum and coke mix I always drink on the train downtown...you know, a little pick-me-up for the road. I get off the train the venue has been moved…I’m pissed because it’s a last minutes move. Not to mention, I told people to show-up to spot number one and this doesn’t look good on my behalf. To top it off my phone goes dead. Now I’m really up the creek without a paddle.

Show up to the new location and see The Lawyer chillin out. Then I see the silky smooth brother, Shell…what can I say, it’s a party night already and we are barley getting into the spot. There is lots of eye candy at this spot with the waitresses being the best looking of the group. End up getting like 4 bottles of liquor and it’s on. About 5 vodkas later I’m flying high-high. Then they are closing down the club because it’s 4:00 am. What can I say, you dance all night and you’re done drunk…well the time passes by rather quickly.

We decided to hit Gray’s Papaya on W. 72nd to call it a night and it’s like 4:30 am and I’m tired as hell. We crash out at a rented spot for the night The Lawyer has gotten for the weekend.

Yes, just another weekend in the NYC.

Crazy Weekend

It’s been so damn long since I’ve written in my city blog so I thought I would give it a shot here. Since it was such a crazy weekend I thought I would just pick-up from there and give this post a fresh start.

So it’s Friday night and “The General” is at the U2 concert and we are suppose to meet after. I decide to go play some poker at a local club because they run a $40.00 buy-in tournament. I figured it was a nice way to kill some time. What can is say about my performance…it sucked and I got knocked out. Nuff said.

I then decided it was up to myself entertain myself until 11:00 pm. I hit Spring St. Lounge for some drinks. I hate this place now…they have this rule that you must put at least 30.00 bucks on your credit card…haha! Fuck you! You won’t see me at that place in a long-long time until they get rid of this lame ass rule…who the hell thinks of this crap. So drinking Johnny Walker and H2O I was watching the Sox v. Angeles…nuff said…Sox move on.

I then decided to hit another little bar called: 8 Mile Creek. I enjoy this little bar to catch some Cricket. So there was a game on and everyone was drinking and watching Australia play. Since these games take all day I left after a couple of drinks. Cool little international crowed there and some nice eye candy on the international tip if that’s what you are into. I did meet some cool Indian fools. Since this is the national sport of India and all…they were good people and just on the town having a good time.

Then I met up with The General. The night turned into a blur as my liver was screaming at me to stop…I just couldn’t. I was just in the groove…so I couldn’t stop…I had to keep it moving. We hit German Beer Bar and had like three beers there. Ouch! Then we met up with the famous and outrageous KB (AKA Mr. KBG). Always a trooper and keeping up with the younger guys. I guess he left some good looking girls back at the old bar to roll with the boys…much respect. We went to like 3 diff. Bars and proceeded to dance to hip hop at one, have a drink at another, and just get crazy at one in the Village. Nuff said. We ended the night at an underground Irish Bar on the East Side. We walked in and got hit a plentitude of smoke…it was crazy dark in there. I guess they had the lights turned out so the police wouldn’t catch on. Very drunk and odd surroundings…yet fun as hell. By this time KGB had left home and it was me The General and other cat…forget his name…he turned us on to the secret knock at this after hours bar. Now we know!! No the night wasn’t over…we hit Rock Around the Clock to eat at 5:00 am. I should have caught a car home at this point in time but I was too drunk…I ended up having to catch 3 trains because I missed my stop a couple of times and ended up home at 7:00 am. NICE!

What can I say; right when you think you are getting old and there is nothing in the tank you pull through for an all night bash, come out from the underground of the subway and see light, and see some folks going to work on Sat…ahhh! You have to love NYC.