I must admit that starting this blog has already given me a rather fulfilling sensation due to the fact that I kind of want other people to read about the funny and crazy snapshot moments which, together, essentially make up the everyday lives of me and my suite mates (who, incidentally, are my best friends). For the sake of protecting identities, real names will not be used in this blog; however, all things "9 & 3/4" will contain 100% truth.
A Halloween party at Saint Anthony's Hell on THURSDAY meant one thing for FRIDAY: time to rally. It was decided that me, my two suite mates Maple and Melvin, and Melvin's friend from home would be starting the night off with a double man-date at Do Hwa in the West Village. A few beers and four full stomachs later, and we were off to meet my suite mates Rufus and Sweats, and their girlfriends Horchata and Reggie. We taxi-cabbed over to the East Village dive bar Cherry Tavern (6th btw. 1st & A), which I consider a shrine of sorts, where we also met Maple's older brother Alvin and his really cool friend from home, as well some old buddies of mine from NYU. Known for their Tecate (Tecate and shot of tequila for $5) and Old Glory specials (PBR and shot of whiskey for $6), we didn't waste any time. An hour and a half later and we were off -- but not before Talking Heads "Burning Down the House" blended from the jukebox -- to a friend's birthday literally around the corner, at Pyramid Club (A btw 6th & 7th). 80s music boomed from the speakers and dancing ensued.
I'd like to take an opportunity at this point in the narrative to explain that this was the first night in nearly six weeks that ALL five of us were out on the town together. I love Melvin, Maple, Rufus, and Sweats like brothers. Nights like this one are hard to coordinate and they hardly ever play out the way you want them to. But I know there will be many more like it -- many more even better.
Pyramid Club was awesome, good people all around. By 2am, we were off again. Melvin, Maple, and Melvin's friend made it to Cabin Down Below, the SUPER SECRET blend below the pizza shop at 7th & A, while the rest of us yellow-hopped it back to the Upper West Side. The after-after party (if you will). All in all, fucking epic blend of a night. Obviously certain things will be edited OUT of these posts because they are either a) incriminating, b) X-rated, or c) none of your business. But just know that (and this is another obvious thing) I don't go to bed at 2am. So when I end a post with the "after-after party," but there are no elaborations, just know.
You will notice that the word "blend" will be used repeatedly every day on this blog. Sometimes you may not know what it means, whereas other times you may. Do not be worried. Remain calm. You will learn.
I'd like to take an opportunity at this point in the narrative to explain that this was the first night in nearly six weeks that ALL five of us were out on the town together. I love Melvin, Maple, Rufus, and Sweats like brothers. Nights like this one are hard to coordinate and they hardly ever play out the way you want them to. But I know there will be many more like it -- many more even better.
Pyramid Club was awesome, good people all around. By 2am, we were off again. Melvin, Maple, and Melvin's friend made it to Cabin Down Below, the SUPER SECRET blend below the pizza shop at 7th & A, while the rest of us yellow-hopped it back to the Upper West Side. The after-after party (if you will). All in all, fucking epic blend of a night. Obviously certain things will be edited OUT of these posts because they are either a) incriminating, b) X-rated, or c) none of your business. But just know that (and this is another obvious thing) I don't go to bed at 2am. So when I end a post with the "after-after party," but there are no elaborations, just know.
You will notice that the word "blend" will be used repeatedly every day on this blog. Sometimes you may not know what it means, whereas other times you may. Do not be worried. Remain calm. You will learn.
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