In Need of a Pimp

birthday was good. went off without a hitch. mom and dad and ruth came up. ruth flew from san fran. ryan and his friend marc drove from dc. sarge made the trip down from ct. usman and trapido made their way back from the conn coll reunion to show me love in time. em and kim and susan and ashley and john and many others came out…

snitch open bar drinks were about the nastiest possible. they didn’t even HAVE malibu at the bar. their tequila tasted like puke, but tequila tends to taste that way as it is. emily got shitfaced. like 18 yr old college girl shitfaced. puked in the cab. sarge had to accompany her back to our place.

we tried going to r bar, which apparently has pole dancing? after snitch, but there was an hour and a half wait, even after usman trying to buy a bottle (the boy doesn’t even drink — now WHO is THAT generous?). but not even that worked, so we headed to our apartment. brian met us there. i was ready to crash. ryan then was like, “rach this is the city that never sleeps. we’re going back out.” they dragged me to a hooka bar and for some nyc pizza. i pretty much fell asleep at the hooka bar so we went home around 5am.

i’m still tired as hell at work today. and considering giving my two weeks…to write full time. whoever the f in my life gave me that idea is almost as stupid as me. how am i going to support myself in this city, paying $1200/mo for rent? i need a pimp.