outSo last night was my friend Jill's birthday party at this bar called Ace Bar, which was reason enough to go because my favorite pet pretty much ever was named Ace. I took this as a good omen. That I should forget my work or how I felt sick and tired, remember I was 21 and in my last undergraduate semester in New York City, and go have fun.
I should have realized the night would not be ideal the second the J/M/Z platform was closed. Had to take the 4/5 to Chambers and switch. ...But the 4/5 took TEN MINUTES or longer. Which gave me time to see 2 boys dressed COMPLETELY in garbage bags; one of whom had DEFINITELY come onto my floor while I was waiting for the elevator down, so I was pretty pissed that they had caught up to me because the damn trains were so slow. Finally get a train, finally get my train, get off at Essex Street. Learn that the bus I was going to take stops running at 11pm on Saturday. It was 11:15ish. Walk to 5th and A.
Am forced to stand ON LINE outside this bar. It was NOT 20 degrees out. Finally am allowed in, and actually run into Jill first thing. That was good. She introduces me to 2 people. I ask the bartender for a water. He nods...and never comes back. My friend Meghna gets behind me, trying to get herself a drink. She is too plastered to say hi. Scarily plastered, actually. Finally, a nice woman bartender asks me, and gets me a water. I drink it while I am not spoken to by anyone, and watch some people play skeeball. We move to a backroom near some pool tables, and are all hanging out. There is a very cute guy. We do not speak. This girl Julie introduces herself because she says I look 'bored'. We talk about how we know Jill, and then I just can't really start a conversation 'cause I psyched myself out. Jill comes over and we sorta chat, and she says she's gonna take a lap, Julie's gonna go with her 'cause she's bored, and I'm going to head out. The cute boy turns around, smiling 'cause I think he feels bad I'm awkward, and I was just like "Good night", and get out of there.
Reverse the walk I took there, and the train rides. When I get off the train at my station, debating whether or not I want to kill my poor body with McDonald's before bedtime, I make the unfortunate and out of character discovery that I have left my keys on my bed upstairs (or one worse, lost them). Get to my building, and ask the nice woman guard if I can get my key. She says, "I'm sorry. I'm only allowed to page the R.A. at 12, 2, and 4". It is...1:24. So I go upstairs to see if the boys can open my door, because not only do I have to wait another 30 minutes, IT COSTS 25 DOLLARS FOR THE PRIVILEGE. What BULLSHIT. I haven't forgotten my key since FRESHMAN YEAR. Of course, no one next door is home. The TV is blaring, the door is popped, but no one answers. No one answers in 1001 because they never come through, and my RA was not there, but I DID get to bother his roommate I always bother.
Finally, it is 2am and the RAs are paged. Who then inform me that it is not just 25 bucks I can hand her right there and call the night a wash. I have to go BACK to the bank and get another check/money order made up. I might kill someone.
