McFlurry

 Today was the first night I went out-out.

I had a lot of anxiety today. I've had a lot because I just moved to a new city by myself. Going out isn't the problem. Neither is meeting new people. It's the fact that I feel alone. It's the fact that I am alone. 

Chicago, I had my girls.  Toronto, I had my coworkers. Any other visits, I'm with family.

Took the train to Brooklyn. Was hella nervous, but lots of people ride the trains at night so okay, no need to worry there. L train to Brooklyn, lots of people on that too. The 10 minute walk from the train station was well populated and well lit. Cool, made it.

I met lots of people. To be honest, I drank too much. Lots of whiskey shots, so it's settled better than the pitcher of margaritas from the first dinner with my roommates. Tequila doesn't sit well with me, so I threw up after two glasses (that were nursed slowly). 

Tonight, I threw up after my fourth shot. Not something I'm proud of, but I'm grateful I'll feel okay in the morning.

Thankfully K&J live in the burbs, so they brought their car and were down to drive me home. Don't think I"m ready for late night subway by myself. I would have ubered not for them. We got McDonald's in Queens. I got a McFlurry just because their ice cream machine was working at 1am. What a freaking miracle.

It's sitting softly in my freezer now. I stumbled in quietly. But maybe next time, my roomies will come with.

Also, NY bars stay open until 4. We left just after midnight, which I'm not mad at. I'm tired. I'm from California where everything is closed by 2am, and you only stay up later if you go grab food.