dyyyyyyyyying

okay. i am SO mad right now. i had been working on this WONDERFUL post, and then firefox decided it didnt want to be open any more. so, it closed. randomly. with no notice. and it took my blog with it.

bastards.



so, let's try it again. it wont be as witty and entertaining as it could have been, but there you go. send your hate mail to firefox. or maybe its my school's horrible internet "access". bastards.

last night, justin haines was celebrating his 29th birthday (which, i guess, isnt actually for another week....i dunno). his plan for the evening was to start off at the bohemian beer garden in astoria (queens), and then to travel back down south to brooklyn to go to a night club. (random thought: tom cruise runs really oddly. ever notice that?) justin said he was going to leave for the beer garden around 730, which meant he would get there around 8-ish. so, my friend erin (who went to school with justin and is one of my good friends and she just moved to nyc, too!!) and i said we would get to queens around 830. now, heres the thing with that plan.

first of all, erin and i both felt like we shouldnt travel to queens alone. i mean seriously. queens. alone. at night. in "go-out" clothes? riiight. no freaking way. however, erin lives on the upper west side. i live in brooklyn.
i tried to post a map here to show everyone how impractical this all was, but it didnt work. so i will try and explain. picture manhattan. picture the UPPER WEST side. now picture the LOWER EAST side, and cross the river. that is the distance between erin and i. now. ignore manhattan for a minute. queens and brooklyn are actually on the same "island," queens is north. if i had traveled alone, i could have just gone straight on up to queens. instead, i traveled to times square, which, i guess, is midtown? i dont really know. but it was out of my way. and erin and i decided to meet at the train, which was another good theory. we just didnt plan it right. so i got there about 20 minutes before she did. and i had to stand around. in 3-inch heels. ouch.
the other problem with our plan was that we actually didnt even leave for queens until like 930. an hour past when we were supposed to get there.
we finally get to queens and realize we dont know where we are supposed to go after the subway. we ask directions from the guy working at the subway station and he says we go left out of the station for a few blocks, then make a right. we walk that way for a while, and it doesnt feel right. the street had gotten kinda dark, and there were some residences. and we were barked at. so, we turn around and walk back in the direction we came from. we go that way for a while, but that doesnt feel right, either. so i ask these guys on the street and they dont know. but there are these two people sitting on a bench who say they know how to get there. they tell us to go BACK in the first direction we went. greeeaat. as we turn to leave, the people start conversing with us. asking us if we're sisters, where we're from, etc. thats when we notice that theyre sitting there drinking wine out of plastic cups. and they are TRASHED. the woman is so excited that we are from northern california, and she tells us that she has family out there. and then she goes "do you know the wilsons?" erin and i are just all "ooh! the wilsons! yeah! sure!" you drunk!
we get out of there and walk back down the street. by now, i think all the people on the street were pretty sure that erin and i were hookers. we actually had passed this one group of guys three times now and they made some comment about how lost we must be. it was funny. you had to be there.
we FINALLY get to the beer garden! yeah! and then we have to wait outside in a line for 20 minutes. at this point, i had already stood around in my heels for 20 minutes. and then i had "walked the streets" for another 30 minutes. and then i had to stand for another 20 minutes? come ON!
we get inside and it was pretty cool. justin was doin it up right for his birthday. i guess by the time we got there, they (read: justin) had gone through many pitchers of beer. and when we were sitting down, justin's friend alan brought him a shot of wild turkey. ew ew ew. but justin downed it. ick. and then he tried to tell us some slurry story about when he was in italy with erin and their friend stefan. too funny...
so, after actually being INSIDE teh beer hall for about a half hour, justin and his friends are ready to go to the next club. so, erin and i get back on the subway and back in to the city to meet jj and two of his friends from back home in st. louis.
jj has some friend that does club promotion, so they had been out at these crazy night clubs the past few nights, so i met them at duvet last night. erin and i got in for free cuz we're gurls. (batting eyelashes here). the guys had a *reduced* price of $20 to get in. i dont even know how much a regular cover charge would be. oh! the super cool thing was that we didnt have to wait in the super long line to get in! we walked past everyone and right into the club. yeah, thats how we roll.
so, we're inside and i go to the bar to buy erin and i a drink. i got my standard margarita, and she got a vodka gimlit (sp? and it sounds like giblets and made me sick to even think of. ew). i ask, "how much for both?" and the guy goes "twenty-four." dollars?? excuse me? 24 dollars for two drinks??? highway robbery!! insane. but i paid it. so the club's credit, it was probably the strongest margarita ive ever had. swear to god it was like three shots of tequila and a splash of margartia mix.
so. we stand around for a while before we are whisked away into this "private" area where there were free drinks. but it was all vodka. so i didnt drink any of that. i went and danced with erin and jj and jj's friend mitchell or marshall, or something like that. and then about an hour or so after my first drink, i went and got another. now, at this point, i had had maybe A beer at the beer hall, and one margarita. i go and get my second drink and it FINISHES me. i dont think ive ever gotten that drunk from two drinks before. that is how unbelievably potent those drinks were. so, erin, being smart, decides that she is ready to go (i honestly have NO CLUE what time that was), and i say that i am going to walk her out to help her find a cab, but then ill come back in. i get outside, take off my heels (i brought flats in my new huge bag! yeah me!!), and realize, i am way too drunk, i need to go home!
i find erin a cab, then i get in another myself and head home. on my way back up to my apartment, i stopped at my friend jonathan's apartment, who lives on the first floor in my apartment. i wound up hanging out with him until 430. in the morning. and then i went home. yeah elevators!
and now i want to die, but i have to go work on a paper for my legal writing class..uuuuggghhh.

mom and dad? arent you PROUD of me?? =) haha..






by the by...i realized that ive forgotten to do this the past few times:
fargo is a loser.
fargo is a nincompoop!
fargo is a booby. (im sorry, i had to put that. i looked up "idiot" in an online thesaurus, and "booby" came up. i thought it was great)



fargo is the wind beneath my wings....