Life in the East Village has been pretty awesome being that I'm steps to all my favorite bars and restaurants. Took a cab from work Friday, directly to my "new" home, for 9 days. After dropping off my baggages, I immediately met up with Kaela at the Bourgeois Pig for some wine and appetizers. The Bourgeois Pig is one of my favorite bars in the East Village because of it's extensive collection of wine. And I love wine more than any other alcoholic beverages. I ordered a glass of bubble Chardonney and it was more than satisfying. We went back to the apt afterward and Megan came to meet us. We watched Flight of the Conchords and drank more wine until midnight and headed to some neighborhood bars. We first made a stop at Ella where John was DJing. We got some free wine at the bar because apparently the bartender was weird and retarded. Think he was giving out free drinks to anybody, as long as you didn't offer to pay him. Megan wanted to go to Home Sweet Home after a couple of drinks at Ella because she wanted to stalk this guy she is obsessed with, the bartender at Home Sweet Home. That's when craziness integrated into the night. We were so drunk that we somehow managed to got lost in the lower east and the next thing I know, Megan was climbing some park's metal bars and the next thing I know I followed. I didn't realized until afterward told by Kaela and Megan that I was anally stuck in between the metal bars while I was attempting to get myself over the fucking fence. It was absolutely totally unnecessary for us to make that route and more particularly climbing over any physical objects but we were so drunk that we just bypassed any obstacles that came our way in order to get to Home Sweet Home. We ended up terminating the night earlier than predicted because we were all too trashed and Kaela wasn't in a good mood due to unhealthy relationship with her boyfriend. I passed out when I got back to the apt, only to find myself waking up this morning, watching Sex and the City and drinking juice at an unreasonably early hour for a Saturday to wake up to. The rest of the day was pretty occupied. Met up with some high school friends in the neighborhood for brunch. Shopped around Soho for a while and spent a ridiculous amount of money at Zara, tho I felt that it was worth it. Kaela came over the apt later at noon, and we smoked and watched Flight of the Conchords and retardedly laugh the hour away. Met up with my friend Yee that I haven't seen a long time in the Lower East for dinner and drank a bottle of wine and played a bit of catching up at a pretty nice restaurant called Frankie. Yee used to be my housemate in Brooklyn when I was in college. We lived in the same private house but different floors. She seems to be doing pretty well now. Yee is a graphic designer and just established her own business with her photographer boyfriend and has a studio in Union Square. Her boyfriend does most of Marc Jacob ads, which is pretty sweet. I, of course, didn't seize the opportunity to inquire if they can get discounts at the Jacob store but resulted in a failure. Which was okay, it's not like I can still afford anything even with the discounts. After the dinner, I came back to the apt and tried watching episodes of Big Love and passed out until I got a text from Tina with an invitation to go to Tribeca Grand. Being that I am fucking living in the East Village right now, it is totally effortless for me to make that trip, and so without a second thought, I changed and chain-smoked my way to the party. Randomly bumped into Phil on my way there, much full of my surprise because I haven't see him for such a long time. It was pleasant to see him again. Got free drinks and bumped into more people at Tribeca Grand, the day has been playing itself well.
I'm not even making an effort to make this entry anywhere close to being well-written because I am fucking tired and I just don't give a fuck at this point what people think. Therefore, I'm gonna put an end, get this over with (because I have been trying to finish this entry for 2 days already), and go to sleep.
Goodnight friends. Goodmorning East Village. Goodbye self.
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