During the day is nothing. I lay around, clean my apartment (which looks great, by the way), and get some other things done. Going downtown is on the agenda for later. So, once 7:30 hits, it's time to start getting ready.
I meet Kara at the restaurant and we head to the lower east side. We start to go to Asian Pub--a great place, that is Kara's "spot," and the go-to place. It's a private party, so we leave. Off to Swift. This bar is way cool, but if you get there too late, it's too crowded to move. So, we do a quick run through, then take off. To our last spot of the evening--Blue & Gold. We walk in and get two seats at the bar! Lucky us! AND, it's prime seating for the upcoming events.
Event One: "Excuse me, do you girls go to NYU?" says two guys in somewhat of a sarcastic tone. My response in just as much of a sarcastic tone, "Why do you ask? Do we look like NYU college girls?" I'm always stereotyped around here. His response, "Well, this just seems like it turns into a college bar." Nice cover up, jacko! Kara says something to him and I say, "Well, hey, if I look young enough to be back in college, sure, I go to NYU! But I actually graduated college already." They were weird. Go figure.
Then, a way drunk Englishman came in and stood right next to Kara, asking for a Pabst and a shot. He couldn't even walk. The bartender says no, over and over. He keeps leaning over the bar/semi-leaning over onto Kara. We both have to get up out of our seats because this gent can't keep his posture standing straight. Idiot. The bouncer comes and has to physically pick him up and throw him out. Then! He stands outside and still argues with the man! I hate fighting, so I was getting really nervous he was going to get punched in the face! All I could think about was, oh my God, it's so cold outside and if he gets hit, it's going to hurt so bad!
Then! There are three guys standing behind me, when one "bumps" into me. Come on now. We're all in our mid-20s. We don't need to play this game. I obviously turn around and the guy says, "Oh sorry, my friend bumped into me." I say sarcastically smiling, "Oh yeah? I think you're using the girly little game of, oh sorry, my friend's being dumb and pushed me into you." As I jokingly bump into him. "Whatever happened to approaching me and saying, 'Hi, how are you?'" The guys just stared at me. I'm sorry, but if you're immature enough to do something like this, then I'm not going to talk to you and expect a mature conversation to come out of this. Then Kara's boyfriend and two of his friends show up. Salvation! We grab a table and enjoy the rest of our evening.
Note to self: Don't ever call another guy by the name of a kid you once dated. When you see the bartender at the restaurant you work at, don't say, "Hey Alex!" Instead, you should probably say, "Hey Mike!" since that's his name. Even though the guy looks like the guy, you should probably focus a little more, and be mindful of the fact that it's not okay to do this. Especially, when this guy has asked you to hang out.