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.