999

 

Wake up late Saturday morning. Trudge to the library and attempt to read a few articles. I manage to get through two. I promised myself tonight would be low-key, haha! Good one. Another broken promise.EoH, Robin Hood, and Elle come over around 5pm to hang out. We "hang" for thirty minutes, then we out. Elle has to study, but the three musketeers are on their way to Crack Deli for Spicy Specials; we eat them in a cab on our way to the Guggenheim Met...

The Met is awesome when you're floating above the clouds. Check out some of more "modernish" galleries until about 730, then yellow hop to the new Whole Foods (97th & Columbus). I get bacon, turkey, eggs, cheese (the essentials), a Blue Point 12-pack, and organic CHOCOLATE MILK (a big container!). Get back to 9 & 3/4 at 830-9 and who is there to surprise me!? Maple's brother Alvin and Rosta! I literally haven't seen these guys in months. It is a merry occasion. Fuck me, I'm going out tonight. A big crew gathers at our place (only fucking Melvin is absent): Gonzo, Rufus, Maple, Alvin, Rosta, Sweats, Jenka, and others. Drink at the suite until 1030, then head to 999 (p.s. I think I'm going to start bartending there soon, keep looking out). From the day I was born I have never seen this bar so crowded. Saturday night blends! Lots of them. It is a shitshow - we start one big tab and order pitcher after pitcher of Bass and Peak Orgasmic.

Here are a few of the things I remember from Saturday night:

1. Nate

2. Blends

3. Rosta getting Crosta

4. Broken glass

5. Gonzo's penis (talk of it)

6. Sophomores

7. Some rando drooling on himself at the bar

8. The best playlist of any bar I've ever been to

After a Ron Weasley session back at 9 & 3/4, I am beat, it is 4am and I have to wake up at 830 to go to LI for my uncle's 50th bday brunch. This weekend was a blend.