To Three Boroughs And Back

Last night was a mess. The plan last night was pretty simple: go to two birthday parties. I made it to the first one, which I originally only intended to stay at for an hour, but the place forced us to pay $40 for the open bar so some other friends and I decided that we'd pony up the money and just make sure we drank our money's worth real quick. That should have been a sign that the night was just going to get worse.

The party was at an upscale lounge. It started off slow, but it was actually pretty fun. A lot of people I hadn't seen in a while were there and the alcohol was flowing. I should have known that I was getting pretty drunk because before I knew it, I was dancing up a storm with a bunch of people I didn't know. There was also a little drunken incident (no details shall be given) which ended with Elena giving me a couple of punches to the side of the head.

Looking at the time, I knew I was late for my other party, Dani's birthday party. I already had a little argument earlier with her about me going to another party before going to hers so I really had to make it to her party. I grabbed a cab and headed down to Soho. That's when things started to get fuzzy. I remember getting out of the cab, but I don't remember if I paid the cabbie. Then I remember booting. After that, I stumbled around for a while. I knew I was close to the bar where the party was at, but I just couldn't get my bearings together.

Then it got really fuzzy and I woke up on the subway in Brooklyn. So I jumped on another train, headed back to Manhattan. More fuzziness and I wake up and ask the girl sitting next to me, "Are we in Manhattan?" "No," she replied, "We're in Queens." Queens?! I was so pissed, so I jumped on another train headed back to Manhattan. Finally I got back to Manhattan and just decided to catch a cab home. It was now close to 4 AM. I think I spent about 2.5 hours on the subway going to 3 different boroughs and I never made it to Dani's birthday. I'm such an idiot.