Limo

 Last night, I met up with old friends who moved to the city in February. They were meeting up with their friends visiting the city. We went to the rooftop bar at 230 Fifth.

That bar has a good vibe and a killer view of the Empire State Building.

We ordered a round of drinks. I ordered truffle fries, which gave no luck to the Dodgers. We also ordered shots. Here's the thing about shots. When taking shots, you must take an alcohol you like. Most of the table ordered tequila shots. Now, one might say, I'll get tequila if that's what everyone is getting. I don't like tequila. I got Jameson because I know how Jameson makes me feel the next day. And maybe I could have done tequila for one shot. But with shots among friends, it's never ONE shot. More rounds will be ordered, and you will be stuck with whatever you got the first round.

That rang true this past weekend in Brooklyn. Everyone got Jameson, and the Jameson shots kept on coming.

I texted my roommates as we left the bar because I lost my keys and the copy I made was not cut properly. I needed someone to let me in the building. One was up and was down to let me in. 

Once outside, there were a few limos hoping to find patrons. It seemed so extra, but they talked down the price and we got a limo. I told my roommate I wasn't coming home and my friends said I could crash with them. The limo drove us around for about half an hour. Lights were flashing inside, music was bumping, and three bottles of champagne were opened and drunk. 

They dropped us off at the airbnb in Hell's Kitchen. We went inside, used the bathroom, hydrated and snacked. But tequila shots hit hard. My friends and I weren't making it to their apartment. The visiting friends set up a room for us to crash. I was nice and comfy on the floor.

I was also all to happy to go to bed once we decided to stay there the night. In the morning, my anxiety about the event gig kicked in. I felt like I needed to be home to get work done. Plus, I could hear a neighboring baby's morning cry.

So I did a walk of (no) shame style exit out of the room and the apartment (always saying goodbye). I hopped on the train and went home.

I was tired but functional throughout the day. Can't say the same for the tequila shotters.