the life of my night

You know you're a rock star when you wake up in time for dinner (Doritos and hummus followed by an orange) and take a disco nap immediately afterwards before leaving your house at 10pm to go meet friends at a bar. What's become of me? I am not this cool.

No one sleeps here! At 10:30pm, I was coming out of the subway and walking along Houston. The rain found its way from sky to sidewalk on this sparkling Saturday night but it didn't deter me or the hundreds of other people rushing to find their good time. In fact, the rain only drove people into places more unfamiliar than usual. I met Miss Molly at The Edge on 3rd Street and First Avenue on the Lower East Side. I was covered in raindrops and chatted excitedly as I removed every damp article I could leave on a bar stool to dry. When you spend most of your day asleep or not speaking to anyone because you're alone, drunken boys on a Saturday night make for a game audience. Molly's brother Pete was out with his friends Will and Brendan. There was more explaining of "why New York?" but they were easier to convince than most of the people I've encountered so far. They all love it here as much as I do. They love Crif Dogs where we almost all had the "Chihuahua" which is a bacon wrapped hot dog served with avocado and cream cheese. I threw in some chili cheese fries and a root beer for good measure. Everyone else drinks hip people beer. I drink the drink of teenagers which I've only started to crave since being here. It's quite odd.

After an unsuccessful attempt at ACE Bar, I said goodbye to the stock analyst, the attorney, the musician and my Molly. I was a few blocks away from Katz's Deli so I stopped by for a slice of cheesecake and a black and white. The ability of these people to eat at all hours humbles me. An hour after midnight and there is a line at Katz's for pastrami sandwiches. On the train home, the platforms were crowded. Fellow soggy revelers in their black coats and hats. At home, the cheesecake disappointed with its leaden crust and it's tight cheese. The black and white was perfunctory with no real spark. They bored me and contrary to the rest of the citizens here, I did sleep. But not before having a heated discussion about the kindness and inutility of bidding my roommate to have a good day and to "see you later."

"It's a given, I WILL see you later," the curmudgeon asserted, "What's the point?"

"Because it's nice!" I screeched. Sweetly. The discussion went on for fifteen minutes with the cop growing ever more practical.

The next morning, before heading out to Soho I swung open the bathroom door that doesn't lock while Ed showered. Facing his naked ass diffused by the holographic pebble pattern shower curtain I wished him a FANTASTIC day. I assured him that I would see him later. He agreed and returned to his lather.