Whereas weekdays at work consist of lounging around, simple dinner plans, maybe the occasional workout, weekends overcompensate nicely. This friday was our big rooftop bash and really none of us knew what to expect. Basically our 4th roommate Justin moved in last Sunday, about a week after the rest of us. Within an hour of his arrival, he had checked out the rooftops and said, "Yo, we should throw a party this Friday." Within an hour. A finance guy from Cornell working with the company formerly known as Merrill Lynch, Justin came in fast and has only just slowed down a week later. He knows a ton of Cornell guys in the city as well as bunch of fellow interns. So he singlehandedly brought about 75% of the party. We had resolved to stay on the rooftops and not let anyone really enter our place, and put most of the booze up there. This rooftop is an unbelievable surprise to our housing, complete with a closeup view of the Empire State Building, tons of space, even a makeshift bar setup, benches and tons of plants that got plenty of watering during the party. We didn't have music which was quite an oversight, but we still had a sick party with around 30 or 40 people there at its peak. Oh and it was definitely highly illegal - we didn't even clean up after we were done, but amazingly it seems no one minded.
Well the plan to keep people out of our apartment epically failed. I let people in for bathroom breaks several times and then Streeter and his girlfriend bought some friends there because they didn't seem to be too interested in the party. That was all fine and good, but then a few Cornell kids took a sick girl down there and before we knew it, there was puke on the floor. That got cleaned up quickly and this guy took her to the bathroom. However, there, she managed to get puke EVERYWHERE. Its really not too hard to vomit into a toilet, but the person taking care of her was evidently very fucked up himself and she ended up sitting on the toilet and puking into our bathtub. God this is disgusting just to type. Well a bathtub is a large target, and she still missed. None of us were particularly thrilled about this. Then two people also in the nycintern housing arrived at like 11:30 after the party had died, and I had to entertain them. As a result, I didn't leave until 12:15 and everyone was already scattered. However, with my cousin Jessica, we made it into the NYU area where Griff and many other people had relocated the party. They were in McSorleys though and by the time we got there at 1am, they were not letting new people in. Our friends inside wouldn't leave, so we walked around the area looking for cool bars - I don't think we actually entered one u
ntil we walked back across McSorley's and saw Griff and company walking the street. So we had a crazy drunken reunion and then tried to enter this really fratty bar that Jessica wasn't too excited about, but Griff's ID got rejected. We then wandered around for 20 minutes trying to find this Sake bar and ended up at this extremely underground Japanese bar. From the outside it was almost unfindable and looked so sketchy, but inside it was so sick. Its on the left, this picture really could be from Japan. However, they didn't actually let us go Sake Bombing. Their explanation was that some underage bros came in and made a big scene and a mess and ever since they've tried to be more classy. So I had a bottle of Sapporo and a bottle of sake, but only a small shot glass with which to mix them. This actually got me really fucked up and I'm not even quite sure how I ended up at this place called Bako where there was some other Asian rice alcohol thing that I took a shot of. All I know is I sent text messages at 4am and I think I got back around 4:30. Actually, I only just realized that I think I did black out.Somehow I woke up around 10:30 and developed a hangover over the course of the morning. Our apartment was a mess - bottles and cups were everywhere, but amazingly the rooftop was empty as if the party had never happened. I had a frisbee game, my first in this city, at 1:30 and figured it was in Central Park. It wasn't until 12:30 that I looked up the field and realized it was on 215th street. For those not familiar with Manhattan, this island is huge. I'm on 37th street, right in midtown, and it took 50 minutes plus on the subway to get to this place, which was actually pretty decent. I've taken long subway rides in Beijing, but I think New York physically has by far the most extensive transportation system. It really is incredible that Manhattan is the smallest of the boroughs - this city is humungous and people can still get around.
The game itself was awesome because it was so relaxed but not crappy. I'm currently in the recreation league trying to move into a more competitive one so I was expecting a very easy game. I've played in some pickup games with really terrible talent and out of shape people, but this was not like that. Most of the players had been playing ultimate for a long time, but just never took it to a higher level. So basically there were lot of long time rec league players, so they knew how to play and adapt, and the game wasn't too full of throwaways and drops. DJ's friend Wilfred was there and I connected with him a few times. I threw like 20+ hucks, most of which got caught, and we won both our games. The weather got really crappy towards the end though so we came back in the rain very muddy.
I went straight home to the shower, and then to Chinatown for dinner with my brother and two of his friends. It was great but expensive, so I'm very thankful that DJ covered my $30 dollar share. Spending time with your older brother and his friends can be very fun, but if they're also all successful Harvard graduates, it can be very expensive. We then cabbed to a cinema, found out the show was sold out and proceeded to cab to Times Square, where there were 2 cinemas. We made a show that started at the same time as the show in the previous cinema. Only in New York can you get away with that. And we saw the Hangover, which matched and exceeded expectations. Its legitimately the funniest movie I have seen since never, I mean it's funnier than Wedding Crashers or Dodgeball or Superbad or whatever funny movies I've seen in recent memory. I definitely like the sense of humor more because it mostly derives not from the character's innate comedic genius, which always makes me feel bad, but rather from the ridiculous events surrounding them. A couple notes: this movie was such a guy movie. I wouldn't take a date to it. To indicate just how masculine it was, when we got out of the theater and headed to the bathroom, there was a lengthy line for the men's room and none for the girl's room. I think that's the only time I've ever seen that. The other thing, on a somewhat related note, is that these humor films aimed at college guys like me have an odd trend of putting more and more male nudity. Knocked Up had Seth Rogen's ass, Harold and Kumar Escape Guantanamo has an unnecessary bottomless scene, Forgetting Sarah Marshall two scenes of Jason Segal frontal nudity. Hangover takes this to an even further unprecedented level. That's all I have to say on that matter.
Afterwards, we met up with DJ's girlfriend Cat downtown, then ended up back in Times Square at a Pinkberry where we met up with Wilfred again. A large mostly Asian crowd assembled and spent nearly 2 hours together, much of which were spent making fun of DJ's pale skin and comparing him to me. Then around 1am when the place closed, I headed back to my place and chilled, relieved at such a fun but relaxing night after the previous debauchery.
But it was not to be. Justin bulled in shortly after I got back, and was in bed 15 seconds later. Maybe an hour later, some of Griff's friends showed up at our door, followed later by Griff himself and more friends. They were going on about a rooftop party, a return trip to McSorley's, and an absolutely absurd taxi ride in a limo with a driver. Apparently this driver once drove a model and they proceeded to have a relationship, but it ended when she jumped out of his car to buy crack off the streets. Yeah. We ended up having 5 people crash here for the night and a large spaghetti alfedo from Justin's crazy friend Ben, whose got some culinary schools from Cornell's Hotel school. The place looked like a battlefield in the morning.
Today was Sunday, and it was a day of rest. Seriously, I didn't go more than 30 yards from our place, sore from Frisbee and exhausted from the weekend as well as the cleanup effort. That kinda sucked because there's so much I want to do in the city, but the opportunity will happen. Tomorrow's an event at my office and I'll be ushering people after I finish up the office work.
Btw fuck the Lakers, and fuck the Magic for losing pitifully to them.
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