Partying down in New York City this past weekend...
My friends and I partied on NYC this past weekend. Here's a summary of the shenanigans:
Thursday: Got in around midnight, took cab to a friend's place to stay for the night. Watched the MTV movie awards when the reran (as they always do).
Friday: woke up late, went to Coney Island (yes, the place that James Coney Island is named after). Rode on the Cyclone (the coaster that is the inspiration for all of the crazy wooden coasters like the Texas Cyclone), had my spine rattled on said coaster and felt like I broke my freakin' neck, and went to Nathan's (the original hotdog joint). Later that night, we went to Joe's Shanghai and had soup dumplings (self-explanatory, really), and then at night we went out to some bars. Sutton Club was the name of one of them. It ruled. We got intoxicated on $7 beers. Lots of $$$. Flirted with an Irish chick that I met at the bar, and ended up muggin' down with her the last hour or so. Was pissed though because she was leaving the next day to go back to Ireland!!! So no big hookup occurred.
Saturday: U.S. Open. Saw Shrishipan (sp?), Hewitt, Capriati, Bjorkman, Kucera, Stephanek, Correa, Corrazo (sp?), Dent, Gonzalez, and some more that I can't remember. Oh, we saw all these on 3 hours of sleep. I couldn't take going out later that night since I was about to collapse, so I nixed going out that night. The other wankers did go out, but not for long, and apparently I didn't miss much.
Sunday: We went to Central Park, and in general walked around and saw a bunch of sites. Went out at night, and it was dead, believe it or not. We ended up trying to go to Sutton Club again, but it was closed (!!) so we ended up going to an Irish bar next door that was full of people that were trying to go to the same place. Met another girl there that went to NYU that was pretty much perfect. Another friend of mine was hitting on another one of her friends, and everything seemed to be going well, until all of a sudden, one of the girls in the group decided it was time to leave...that freakin' !#@(#!!!! My friends and I were philosophizing about how bad we got cock-blocked, and determined that what it comes down to is that if girls are in a group and one of them decides they want to go, all the others feel obligated to go immediately as well so they don't give the impression they are slutty. Boo.
Monday: We wanted to go to a show, so we stood in line at "Tkts" (half-price tix the day of the show) for an hour or so, and got tickets to Phantom of the Opera, since we'd never seen it. So the day pretty much revolved around that. The show was later that night, and was excellent. Now I can officially say I've seen a Broadway Show. Had good Pizza at Ray's Pizza afterward. Went to sleep around 1, woke up at 3:45, went to the airport, got back to my place, and here I am.
Random thoughts:
Gray's Papaya rules. You can either spend tons of money elsewhere, or you can get two hot dogs and fresh juice there for $2.45. I think we ate there 4 times.
NYC is *reeeeaaaaaly* expensive. Aside from the obvious plane ticket, I took $100 cash with me. That ran out really fast. So I got another $100. Then that disappeared. So then I got another $100. I think I have $20 now. D-oh! And this is not to mention the fact that I charged everything I could, so I paid for quite a few things with credit card too. So, boys and girls, NYC doesn't come cheaply.
And now, my brain is mush.
What did you all do this weekend?
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Originally Posted by mass junkie
