Wednesday May 4th.
04.05.2011 - 04.05.2011
Okay most of Wednesday day time can be wrapped up very quickly. I did plan to go to Central Park on Wednesday but it rained. All day. I decided to go to the local Starbucks in the morning anyway to take advantage of some decent wifi. I briskly walked the one block and entered to a packed Starbucks. No seats, damn. I ordered a hot chocolate and some breakfast wrap thing that has spinach in it. I stood around holding my laptop, drink & food awkwardly, hoping someone would get up soon. A small black girl smiled at me as if I knew her, not sure if she had been out on the pub crawl the other night I smiled back and she asked if I had a good night. Oh cool she was I just don't remember her I thought.
I quickly realised she was talking about the previous night, not two nights ago when my pub crawl was. She thought I was someone else, to which she was embarrassed about. Just as we were laughing about it a guy came over with a chair, he was leaving so brought his over for me to use at my new friend's table. Her name was Estelle from Cape Town in Africa. We chatted about hostel life and she had some questions about netbooks and digital cameras then she left for whatever she was doing that day.
I spent pretty much the entire day uploading all the photos I had taken over the past few days to Facebook. It was pretty intense, as I uploaded one album; the previous uploaded album had gained me 35 notifications within ten minutes. As I check those notifications I'd get another 20. Wow, it was turning in to full time admin work. NOOOOOO. I thought I had escaped this. Jenny Hool was the main culprit for the majority of these notifications =) She went comment crazy but it's all cool, I'm uploading them for people to see and comment so keep doing so! It was my own doing really for uploading so many at once. So yeah it was a nice day, it was raining hard outside but as I was inside sipping hot chocolate (and later a cappuccino) it was nice as I was warm & dry. I did some Skyping too, to my Dad and little sister Laura and I think my lil bro Aidan popped on in this session too. I think I must have Skyped my girlfriend Laura too but my memory is hazy but I'm sure I did (sorry Laura lol). It's my fault for not blogging closer to the actual day of events. But I'm trying to catch up now; D.C is slower paced than the manic NY.
Onto the main bulk of this blog - the evening. I had finally managed to get a slot with Mike (friend from back home in England) We had both been Facebooking to try meet up but with both of us not getting to the internet too often and being busy we had failed to meet up until now. The plan was for me to go to his and have dinner (tea) with him and his girlfriend. I got the subway two stops and picked up a bottle of red wine (how civilised) as we were having steak, and I headed to his rented apartment. It was great to see him and meet his girlfriend. It was pretty surreal that we were sat having food together in New York. In the most recent few years we hadn't seen each other all that much as he had been at Uni in London, so for us to now meet up when we are both thousands of miles from home was pretty dreamlike!
We had the food which was great. The steak was awesome, and we drank our wine and had a few Buds too. We talked about allsorts and it was really nice. As we entered the tipsy stage Mike and Alexandra started to feel tempted to join me on my club night with the hostel. A quick change of clothes for them and some youtube music to warm up with me and Alexandra doing a bit of Carlton (from Fresh Prince) dancing and we were pumped and ready!
We took the subway to my hostel and waited in the reception for everyone to meet up. Unfortunately our 'tour guide' named Ecko, a small 5foot effort of a man, was a real let down. First off he said that my smart-ish tshirt would be a bit risky, so would my hat and so would my shoes! Great! The hat fair enough but my top and shoes were fine. So I ran up quickly to my room for a complete change. I didn't have any other shoes I could wear except these small discrete dark-coloured pumps so I came back down with them still on and I proclaimed that they surely would be fine.
As the group got bigger we gained guys in caps, hoodies, white trainers, all sorts. So I was a little annoyed. Quite a bit of time had passed now while he was messing around trying to count everyone (he couldn't because he was so small) so our alcohol was fizzling out and our morale was dropping. After some more messing around by Ecko (I wish he didn't share the same name with the awesome character from Lost, because he's nothing like him so don't imagine him! He's a midget deflated version of the Lost Ecko!) we left the hostel and walked to the subway - I'll cut it short as it annoys me just thinking of it but he changed his mind on getting cabs and trains multiple times and Mike and Alexandra ended up going home which was a real shame. I stuck with it in hope of a good night eventually, all I needed to do was get to the damn place then I could make my own fun, screw this tour guide.
So eventually we ended up at a club. A different club to what was advertised but at least we were at a club. Or a bar. That's a thing; American's, or at least New Yorker's, seem to call what I would call a bar - a club. Hum. We were in. Yay. House music, hum, not bad but not great. Oh well where is the endless vodka we were promised for the $10 paid. A lot of messing around by ecko (yes demoted to lower case) we all got a drink poured for us at a table. The deal turned out to be 2 big bottles of vodka, which with our group of people being fairly large, got us about 2-3 small drinks each. The little dwarf then told us he would be back in an hour. Obviously we didn't see him again. (I intend to complain to the hostel when I can be bothered, or at least write a review on some website somewhere. Take that mini chocolate face)
So our big group kind of dissolved into little pockets around the club now. I was with: Michi, Corrado (Italian guy) and Matt & Caitlin, a couple from Australia. Obviously intermixed with others but these were the main five I ended up with. I was pretty annoyed with how everything had gone down and was considering leaving the club to either find somewhere else or go home to the hostel. I went and bought a Johnny Walker Black and a shot of Tequila to cheer myself up - with the shot being free after Caitlin helpfully persuaded the bar man. Still cost me like £9, yes I converted that to pounds. Apparently this is club prices here in NY. That dampened my attempt to lift my mood!
I figured it was time to leave or make the night better somehow. I had spotted a fairly well dressed half cast dude with an afro sat confidently up on the back of a chair watching over the happenings of the club. I knew he had to have some kind of power/authority from the way he acted, and also because since I'd been there he'd had about five $350 bottles of vodka brought over to his table. I thought I'd either get my white ass told to go back to England, or get chatting to him. Luckily for me, after a shaky start, he took me on in conversation and after about 30 minutes of warming up he told me he worked for the club and for $60 between the 5 of our small group, he'd get us free vodka all night. A few words with the group and it was a done deal. It wasn't a tough choice really; for the price of one drink each we finished off another two large bottles of vodka between us by the end of the night. Good job T! After some funny shuffling dancing with Matt & Caitlin and lots of alcohol it was 4am. Time to go.
We leave and realise we're quite far away from the hostel. There's a few of us and we reckon we can take the subway. Caitlin refuses and hails a cab so we all pile in after the third or fourth attempt as no one would take all five of us in a cab. The ride was long and funny, with ducking down to avoid the police, Matt throwing up out of the window without trying to let the driver know then falling asleep and Caitlin getting very mad because Corrado was annoying her.
Caitlin had announced that she would pay for the cab fare but by the time we arrived she had forgotten and started asking for money; needless to say I was already out of the cab and heading to the pizza place opposite the hostel. They all arrived in the pizza place a few minutes later. I got an orange juice from the shop next to the pizza place and a nice big slice. Mm, perfect end to the night. Caitlin and Matt fell out over something and nothing. Well what I mean is that Caitlin kind of fell out with Matt, or herself. You know when one person in the couple is far more drunk than the other and they just argue and fall out all by their self? She did that and stormed out of the pizza place. Matt carried on enjoying his pizza. He obviously knew how it would go down as she returned 15-20 minutes later with her puppy eyes on saying her bed was lonely without him. Lol.
It was basically morning now and on our way out of the pizza joint a big truck was coming down the road. I did the pull down arm movement that cool people do to signal the driver to sound his horn. It went past us and we started to cross the road when FNNEERRRRERRRRRR!!!! Seriously the loudest noise I have EVER heard in my life. My bones shook; my heart skipped a beat, my teeth nearly shattered. This was seriously loud. It turned out it was a trash collection truck and it had stopped and some dudes had jumped off to collect bags of rubbish, as the massive massive horn rang out, it set a car alarm off because it was so loud, and one of the two black guys shouted 'quick nigga lets bail!' and they flung the bags into the back of the truck and jumped onto the back of it and it set off screaming down the road! It was hilarious. Comedy just writes itself in New York.
Bed and sleep at 6am!