How the hell this happened, I will never know. I can definitely tell you I wasn't complaining though.
So, a few days ago I was doing my usual time wasting and procrastinating (my current hobby due to unemployment) when I got a text from Jen who invited me to go drinking in the city with her and some friends. What I really wanted to do was go this bar where they were having a showing of Piranha 3D, but everyone I knew was unavailable so I figured what the hell, I'll have a few drinks.
First things first, I got off at the wrong train stop so I ended up having to walk 20 minutes to find this damn place. When I did get there, HOLY NUTBALLS, this place was packed to the hilt. I have never seen anything like it in my life. I could barely move to find everyone, let alone go up to the bar.
Once I found the group, I kept my ass in the booth we were seated at. The place was loud as hell (they had loud ass speakers AND a DJ) and packed like a sardine can. Over the last year I seemed to have somehow developed claustrophobia, so being in this environment had me teetering on the brink of having a panic attack, which I did tell to the group (in a semi-joking manner). I was also super hungry so the idea of having a drink wasn't especially appealing to me at the time. One of the random people that they met kept insisting I have a drink, and since he managed to snag 2 free drinks, he gave me one out of what I can only presume to be pity.
Eventually I did take a liking to this guy named Phil and a girl named Noelle who I had met about a week or so earlier at another hangout. Oh, the guy who gave me a drink was named Carlos by the way. He was drunk as hell and apparently took a liking to Jen which was absolutely hysterical. He kept going back and getting 2 or 3 drinks at a time and kept passing them off to me and Phil, who stayed seated while talking and eating boxes of Captain Crunch. We decided to go to the bar next door, but we did so in a sneaky manner to avoid this Carlos guy following us.
The bar next door is owned by the same people, but it had much more open space so I didn't feel anxious. I almost didn't get in actually! I had gone yesterday to the DMV to change my Florida license to a New York State one so all I have is this flimsy paper I.D. with no photo on it. I explained this to the...door man? Bouncer? Whoever he was, I told him I recently moved back and wasn't working (1 of these 2 things is true) so I had no other form of identification to show. I guess since everyone came out to say goodbye, he took pity on me and let me in (or perhaps partially since I had a wrist band and explained we all came from the bar next door), so that was cool. I made sure to thank him for that.
I wasn't entirely sure what I was going to do since my free drink ticket was no longer there, but Noelle and her boyfriend Greg got fish bowls full of some mixed drink that the 6 or so of us shared. There was a dance floor, so while the majority of the group was dancing, me and Phil were chugging down the fish bowls. They played a few catchy tracks, so I got my ass up and started jumping around and attempting to dance. I was pretty messed up though so while hopping around to Gangnam Style I tripped and fell against a wall. The bouncer guy gave me a look and a slight warning, but I apologized and said I merely lost my footing (which was a lie, sort of).
Anyway, 3 fishbowls and many embarrassing excuses for dance moves later, we all headed home. I ended up falling asleep on the train and missed my stop. I woke up at the last stop, got on the next train, then thankfully my bus was there so I didn't really have to wait. I got off early to pick up a chicken and rice from the Halal cart because I was still starving and desperately needed to have something other than alcohol in my system. I got home at 5, ate, then plopped into bed around 5:45 AM. Good times.