Long overdue - and just plain LONG.
Hello Tumblrs –
Yeaaah I’ve been MIA lately. Sorry. Life is going well – living in the Village has pretty much been everything I imagined. There are too many crazy nights to update you on all of them, so I’ll skip to the most recent. Because Jocelyn works Friday-Monday, Tuesday has become our regular night out. Last night was no exception… we met at Thirsty Scholar in the East Village for happy hour around 6. It was kinda dead, but we just wanted to hang out for a bit, so it was fine. After one drink, I decide I want a different shirt to wear, so I leave J to finish her beer, and head out to visit Urban Outfitters. I spot my favourite bartender – Ryan – standing outside, and give him a playful punch on the arm. I got a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and my silly-little-girl crush can continue for another few weeks at least J. So I hit up Urban and found a cute tank top on sale for $9. I <3 UO sales. Went back to the Scholar, changed and freshened up in the bathroom (side note – I think I’ve done that 3 times now), and made my way back to the bar. After two rum & cokes, we wandered down St. Marks, and J got her $2.50 dinner at Mamoun’s. Then we headed over to 1st Ave. to see if the scene at Cheap Shots was any good. It wasn’t, but pitchers were cheap enough to keep us there for an hour or so. By that time, we were ready to head back West and continue sampling our own ‘hood. Off the Wagon, on MacDougal, was as good as we could have hoped. Cute bartender, a decent crowd, and inexpensive. Great music as well – I distinctly remember hearing Kings of Leon, Radiohead, and the Strokes, score! We immediately noticed two gorgeous guys sitting nearby, but for some reason, J started talking to a middle aged, rambling, man – probably because he offered her his hot wings. Anyways, he was nice, but I was bored, so I sidled up to some early-thirties-looking guy who was dressed well enough. He turned out to be 41, and clearly loved every second he was talking to a 22 year old. Although I politely declined several invitations to his Midtown hotel room (he was here on a business trip), he claimed he didn’t blame me for deciding to head back over to my friend – because J had finally started talking to the eye candy we noticed when we walked in. Aside from being very attractive – these guys were Australian. AUSTRALIAN. The most desired breed of foreigner missing from my roster! Sigh. J and I chat with Wes (the brunette) and Drew (the blonde) for long enough, and when Drew asks where I live I get to tell him TWO BLOCKS AWAY (Damn I love my apartment). “Then why aren’t we over there?” he asked “We can go,” I answered, “why not?” Why not, indeed. We round up J and Wes, and get back to our tiny 3 Rooms of Awesome. Around this time, I remember that Wes told J and I that Drew had a girlfriend back home – oh well. We all hang out for a while, somehow trashing the kitchen in the process (don’t even ask), and eventually split up into our respective room.
Drew got into bed with me, and put his arm around me as we talked for a while. After half an hour, he got quiet, and I was 99% sure he had fallen asleep. Mildly annoyed, but tired nonetheless (and painfully aware of the fact that I had to be at work in a few hours), I decided to try to fall asleep. My bed is too small to share comfortably, but there’s really nothing uncomfortable about having a hot blonde Australian wrapped around you when you’ve gotta get some sleep. About that sleep – apparently Drew wasn’t quite ready to call it a night. He asked if I was sleeping, and I (obviously) wasn’t, so we started talking again. Somehow, I began discussing my and Jocelyn’s love for Chase, and how our friend Jamie lives in Chase’s building, and “oh the things we’d do to him if given the chance…” Drew, obviously thinking about his girlfriend and doing anything to absolve himself of potential guilt, tells me “Alright, I’m going to close my eyes. You can pretend I’m Chase, and do whatever you’d like.” Are you KIDDING me? I wanted to tell him – cheat on your girlfriend or don’t – I don’t care – just don’t act like you’re not making the decision. Instead, I slapped his (well defined) chest, and told him I could feign sleep too if that was all he was up for. Predictably, he grabbed me by my cute new tank top, whispered “right then, I’m awake” (don’t forget the Aussie accent now) and pulled me in for a kiss.
I’ll end my story here – because I’m not SingleWomansDiary (that chick doesn’t spare ANY details) – but if you’d like to read about that escapade and many others from my ridiculous roommate’s point of view, go for it. Seriously – follow my bff’s new blog HERE – just don’t read it at work ;-)
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