This Weekend in New York

had a wonderful (albeit dramatic) weekend with Diva! She flew in on Friday to visit Amy, and the plan was for the two of them to do tourist-y stuff that day, and for the three of us to party on Saturday, and I fully planned on being an Asian sandwich and enjoying it.


At about 2 A.M. Friday night/Saturday morning, Diva was texting me saying she was bored at this lounge Amy had taken her to, and that Amy wouldn't leave and was getting more and more drunk (Diva has learned the hard way that her and alcohol are as good of a combo as me and algebra and therefore avoids it). I don't want to get into the extent of their feud because i was not there for it, but I will offer that when I went out with Amy, we had a third person with us, and when Amy did run off somewhere it wasn't as stressful. Regardless, Diva ended up taking a yellow cab from midtown Manhattan to my south central Brooklyn apartment at 4 in the morning.

The next day, we went to Borough Hall for some real Brooklyn pizza, napped, and then went TO THE CLUB! I wasn't sure what club was the best to go to, so I talked to my friend Felix. Felix is a thirtysomething guy who lives in New York City and I met him on a now-defunct online community a few years ago, when I was a teenager -- they don't exist anymore, but back then there were gay chat rooms where people would go to actually talk. He recommended a few clubs that were "girl-friendly" (meaning they're gay bars but girls don't get looked at like they farted in church). My rule of clubbing is as long as the group is three or more, I can go to any kind of club, but when I'm with just Diva, then I prefer a gay or mixed club because otherwise I have to spend the whole night cock-blocking and pretending I'm her boyfriend.

So, Diva and I ventured onto the 2 train in order to find one of the more famous Manhattan clubs, but because I am an idiot, the address was copied down wrong, and we were adrift in New York! We stopped at a McDonald's to eat and pee (not at the same time), and went through a subway underpass. On the way up, we were right outside of a gay bar! Diva and I are both very fate-oriented people, so we were convinced it was a sign of God and that we were meant to be at this bar. These feelings faded when we found out the cover charge was $20! But we still enjoyed ourselves, as I felt very fancy drinking absolut citron on the rocks, Diva got tactfully hit on by a lesbian, and I discussed politics with a shirtless hard-bodied Asian fella. In the truest miracle of the evening, we managed to get home safely and swiftly on the 4 AM subway!

(The boy I discussed politics with texted me this afternoon and at first I was going to serve, but then I realized that I do need clubbing buddies even though my financial situation won't allow me to do that for about a month anyway. Oh, the priorities of my life)

On Sunday, we had lunch at Planet Hollywood and then went to Toys 'R' Us to ride the ferris wheel, which I sadly had been anticipating ever since I found out Diva was going to visit. The Toys 'R' Us ferris wheel is like my thing that everyone that visits me has to go through. Every car is a certain toy or character, and I just know that when my father visits, we are going to end up in either the Barbie car or The Little Pony car, and it will be the best souvie pic ever! It was a busy Sunday afternoon, so Diva and I had to share the Toy Story car with two little girls. I quickly warned them that there was no switching seats and swinging the car. The 7-year-old girl, Sierra, was having her birthday and also, in a small world, celebrated it at the same restaurant we were at; her 11-year-old sister was scared of heights and mad at Sierra for rocking the car. Nevertheless, they were very nice young girls, although they did look at me strangely when I asked them to Facebook me.

Monday morning I had French class, and gave Diva the keys to my apartment after our Luigi's Pizza lunch that I had in between classes. I got home at 1:40, and at 1:50 the cab came to drive her to JFK airport. I walked upstairs and called Erin, and thank God Erin did not answer the phone and I quickly got distracted, because otherwise I would have had my first official New York cry. I was very sad when Diva left; not because I wasn't going to see her ever again or anything, but save for the time Eva stopped by the apartment and we went out for dinner, or the night I had with Amy and Jocelyn, I haven't interacted with anybody in the city, and I don't have any friends here, and I don't say that as a martyr or anything, but it is the reality of the situation. What I am trying to say is that, before Diva's visit, I was seriously fine with that -- but for the past two days I actually had somebody in my apartment, I had a reason to shut the door when I went to the bathroom, I had somebody to look at in the morning, I had somebody to do my belt so I could finally wear it since I have the fine motor skills of a pre-schooler. I suppose that having two days of companionship and then having it so swiftly taken away is a harder blow than not having any companionship at all.

Speaking of companionship, Amy and Diva "broke up", which is sad and selfishly awkward on my behalf (although Diva gave me blessing to pursue a friendship with Amy). I'm not gonna speak a lot about it because it's not my issue, but I will say that Diva is the only person in the world that is more impulsive and stubborn than I am.

Coming up on Adrift in New York:

Two job excursions!
Frankie Pitrellis galore!
And a possible major academic decision!