Yikes. So we decided to stay in the city all night. Took the 5:35 am train home. We hit a minimum of 8 bars, the only one of which I would go back to- Rodeo, POD picked a fight with this Hebrew gentleman for no reason other than so if the guy apologized, he could use the line, "Apology ACCEPTED." Sounds funnier in real life. Despite what POD might say, there was absolutely no reason to pick a fight with him other than that he was short and looked like a chump.
We spent a good hour and change in the deli on the corner of 43rd and 3rd waiting for Grand Central to open back up. What a fucking disaster. This is a pathetic post, and I apologize.
POD:
I too apologize for Jeigh's lame post. I would also like to add that there was every reason to pick a fight with that guy because he sucked and I'm awesome. We knew from the beginning of the night when the 5 min walk to the train left our whole group soaked that it was going to be a good night. We were all over midtown east, got rejected from a bar because Scuba Steve crushed a can of redbull, and Yuristanislav got told by 2 ugly girls that they were lesbians. Jeigh and I sang Saturday Night in the upstairs of some deli while everyone else slept at 5 am.
