In an attempt to make the evening feel less debacherous than it actually was, I attempted to take notes while out on the town, as I often do over the course of every day. My thoughts have become a bad habit of mine. While the filler-details that I am usually able to remember the next day were beyond my reach, I was left with only these notes to explain to me some of the events of the evening.
…feels like a scene out of 200 Cigarettes
…someone is reciting “I Have a Dream” in a pizza shop
…following a merman with a pointy specter
…thank god all the assholes get off at 14th Street… dumping ground for d bags
…lots of bedbugs and mattresses…Super Mario and Luigis
…bedbug mattress gets stuck in the closing subway doors
…guy looks like he’s a tiki torch dressing up as an astronaut blanket
…two brunette boys in heels and badly fitting cocktail dresses
…some poor sucker attempts mathematical equations in a notebook. lame.
“Take pictures of MEEEEEEEE!!!” someone shrieks. Shrill.
A man with no teeth and an ever-depleting can of beer attempts to tell me something – maybe about fake blood. When I am unresponsive he continues talking to himself. “Get out all you. Fuckin’…get out! Get out!” Waving his hands around and moving his jaw.
Conversation about divorce:
Dude) “Well, you married him…”
Chick) “But why do I have to be STUCK with him?”