"I roll out of bed, I want to look good. I go to the deli, I want to look good."

I guess it's hard to blog so frequently when every night leaves you feeling like death every (next) day. When can one find the time? Usually Sunday nights, but we'll get to why that did not happen. I will try to recap Thursday/Friday/Saturday/Sunday nights in this post, but the likeliness of capturing all that I want to is slim.
Thursday night: Thanksgiving Jay dinner with the entire 9 & 3/4 blend. Yum. After: "You are an embarrassment to the game of pool and should be glad I even let you play at my table." Dazed and Confused/Fast Times At Ridgemont High Saint Tony's-themed party. I wear a tie-dye tee underneath jean Carhartt overalls, and white chucks. Classic-style. Sweats and Reggie, Maple and I, it is a merry evening. Gonzo's brother is in town, and we all hang out before heading to the party. Get there around 11, are one of the first ones, and go straight to the bar. The night is a blend - I really mean that. P-Bear is there, young BUC, and Gonzo of course. Party all night - till 930 in the morning. Craig, the owner of A Cafe and the new La Negrita, now called 999 (109th & Columbus), stops by during the wee hours of 4-7 and parties with us; it's good to see him after nine months - he's been running a new restaurant, BarBu, in South Beach. I sleep in Gonzo's bed till 3pm, head home, print out a paper, and drop it off in Kent before collasping on some beautiful grass. Rest up, because Friday night is, well, Friday night.
Friday night: Haven't eaten in more than twenty-four hours, so I stop by Crack Deli for a Spicy Special at 930 en route to 999's soft-opening. Craig and Coltrane are still setting up, but there are a few people already there. I sit down at the far end of the bar and eat my SS. It gets more and more crowded, and I order more and more drinks (on the house, of course). Hook up with some Ithaca grads, take some shots, pretend I'm the bouncer, card some underage students, I'm drunk and 999 is fun. Everyone go! Have to wake up early morning Saturday to see Rufus's last XC blend as a Columbia senior, so I call it a night at 3am.
Saturday: Happy 22nd bday, Maple! Wake up at 915 and head up to VCP in the Bronx to see Rufus run, wooo! 2pm: me, Rufus, Sweats, Maple, and Reggie go downtown to Pop-Up Flea (201 Mulberry St.), a sample sale in Soho. Bouce around, find a million things I want to buy, but don't get anything. 4pm, Rufus is going to see Dirty Projectors with Horchata, the rest of us make our way to Cafe Select (212 Lafayette St.) for some afternoon concoctions. Everyone is drunk but me, probably because they each had EARLY-afternoon delight blends before we left home. From Cafe Select our next stop is L'ASSO (Mott & Kenmare Sts.) for dinner --> pizza and beer leave us deliciously full; Maple's brother Alvin helps us kill our growler, roar. We obviously then go to Ludlow St, our home away from home of sorts, but not our Home Sweet Home, which we visited later. In succession: Spitzer's Corner (where we see H.S.T. at the bathrooms!), Local 138 (where we have the back room to ourselves for nearly three hours, and where we make original napkin invitations for Maple's "birthday party," to be handed out on the street later to randos), Home Sweet Home (where the dancing is contagious!). The night doesn't end (I think) the way all of us want it to, but we had a quite day and I'd like to give a HI-YO to Maple, hope you had a good bday baby. Love you. Asleep by 3.
Sunday: Wake up 1pm, shower, grab coffee downtown en route to meet my parents. We see "A Steady Rain," the broadway show with Daniel Craig and Hugh Jackman. It is phenomonal, one of the best plays I've ever seen. Unfortunately, for all you fools! it closes in two weeks. Take a picture of Julia Stiles on our way to Pio Pio (43rd & 10th), one of my favorite restaurants in New York, where we dine early for my grandfather's 85th birthday. Food = amazing. Back uptown after, chill with Craig for a bit before making my way to 999 for the second outting of the weekend. Is it really Sunday already? Bring my iPod, play a lot of music from it, people like my selections of mostly 80s blends. 2am, leave the bar with Craig and Rufus, drive down the West Side Hwy, blasting Hot 97! Don't know where we're going, arrive at Le Souk at 230 (LaGuardia & Bleecker Sts.). There is a DJ (it's Sunday night), girls (sluts), bottle service - it's fun and funny. Blends. Leave at 330 and go to The Room in Soho. Bottle of Foret, blends, we are struggling. Craig drives Rufus and I back to 9 & 3/4 at 415. Rufus and I get back home at 5 and split a beer in his room, listening to Sleigh Bells; we both crash at 530am. Was this weekend real?