Undercover...

so yesterday i woke up early to get to class, and i'm not someone who gets hangovers so it's easy for me to drink and then go to class. but during my first class i received a text from Busboy asking if we were still on to "fool around" after he got off work around seven. i said sure knowing that i wasn't doing anything after class but going for Margaritas with my actor friend. which i did. skip the three hours of improv and then a 3 hour break in which my friend broke her toe, then the two hours of yoga and Alexander Technique, (the yoga was forearm hand stands...) lets just say i needed a Margarita.
8 pm-ish: i had cleaned my Apartment and was waiting for Busboy to either ring the doorbell or call me saying he was outside. he say he was coming over. i had a bottle of wine that i was quickly getting through.  i had put on my low cut black dress, fishnets and my black boots. (looking good i thought) at about 8:20 my phone rings, i mute the TV and answer it, "hello?" it's Busboy, he says "where are you?" "home...where are you?" "outside." long pause. "outside my house?" i said a bit taken back by it. "no." he answered. long story cut short, he told me that he couldn't see me, as in ever and he was sorry that he lead me on.... blah blah blah.
so that happened.
i called my big sister and asked if she would accompany me to Hell's Kitchen to get drunk. she agreed..  duhh. by the time we were on our way to the city i had already three cups of wine in my...(*remember Lightweight! )
Bull Moose was first, and guess who happened to be standing outside, smoking a Marlboro Menthol? BucketHead. him and his roommate were finishing off there night after both working 10 hour shifts and were almost heading back home. i drank a beer, and they peaced out. My Sis wanted to watch the rest of the game... baseball- american pass time my ass, boring as shit. she got into a conversation with the man (i say man because he was old.) about the game. i finished my beer and we went over to Rudy's which was WAY too crowded. and decided that the Irish Rogue would be better.
now, me and my sis have this thing, we cane both pull off good British accents so we use them! when we go to bars sometimes we pretend to be english girls over in the states for uni.
we took our seats at the bar and instantly both agreed that the bar tender was pretty, he introduced himself to us as Tom, and we continued with our act.
skip a few hours, i was on my third beer (after the wine) and feelin it. there was this guy about 3 stools down talking to his friend. they were both not the cutest but hey who's judging. after a lot of looks and smiles in my direction, my sister literally pushed me off my bar stool to go sit next to him. i did.
now, its bad when you can't remember his name, but it's even worse when you can remember his friends name and not his. he was Irish, from long Island, and possibly married... keeping up with the British act, the first thing he said was "i dig the accent." after some small talk i asked him what he did for a living and he told me that he didn't like to tell people because its a "turn off" i asked again and he said he was an undercover cop, that worked the West side from 34th street-72nd street, busting druggies, and prostitutes. whoa! yeah.
so my sister left to go home, we continued to talk a bit and and ended up making out right there at the bar, on our bar stools.
i gave him my number, he left and i left, and i was drunk, really drunk. went home and he called me. asking me to go back into the city. i completely forgot about the accent and had a whole conversation with him without it. then fell asleep.

not too exciting...

So, last night was my older sisters 23rd birthday, (yep she's old) and despite the fact the i had class a 9:20 in the morning today, SHE decided that i was going to go out with her and her other friend. Out as in, in the city, completely done up as if it were a Saturday night, only it was Wednesday! so i agreed not only because she is my sister and it is her birthday but also because when i tried to use my class as an excuse she reminded me that i go out the night before class all the time. ( i was out with her late on Monday with a 9:30 class on Tuesday). So we got all dolled up, her friend was in black tight form fitting mini dress, with the purple bra popping out, with tights and black boots, my sister was in a very low cut shinny purple dress, with purple pumps to match, i was in my normal all black 50's cut dress, with petticoat and light brown fridge boots. we all had down our make up and blown out our hair. my sisters is black and a cute shorter cut, mine is golden and fuckin' long. So there we were ready to go and it was 9:30.

we walked out onto our street, in our quaint semi ghetto Neighborhood, and had a brief conversation about how horrible the weather was. warm and sticky, humid as fuck. the train ride was pretty unexciting, the B to the C to 50th and 8th. by 10:30 we were walking into the bar that my sister wanted to go to, to see the bar tender that she "likes". when we got there we were surprised to see that there was a cover fee and being broke college kids were not about to do that. My sis went down alone to say hi and we waited for her to get back. when she got back we headed down to my best friends bar a little ways down on 9th.  

my best friend (we'll call him Buckethead for all intense purposes, he'll be talked about a lot so its good to have a name for him). so me and Buckethead go way back, we met in 7th grade and its pretty much been best friends since. we have never really dated, but (although he wont admit it...) he felt me up at the first high school party we went too. we have a really close bond, he have always had fuzzy boundary lines, we hold hands and cuddle a lot, and talk about anything. there have been a few moment when we have been close to letting emotions get in the way- but we have never acted upon them. people have always told us we would end up getting married- HA! we would kill each other... no really shotgun and poison. but for now he is just my best friend, and he lives in and works in the city, and as a bar tender he is pretty much responsible for my Alcoholism. 

after that we went to one of my favorite bars, Bull Moose. it's a whole in the wall kind of place with really friendly faces, and a simple pool table, as well as sports lounge. had a beer which was my third of the night.. and for me that is quite a large amount, I'm a really light weight. which i think is a really REALLY good thing, I'm a cheap date. 

after that i got a call from a boy- (we'll call him Busboy because i met him about two months ago on the bus...) so he called and wanted to see me. now long story short last time i saw him he was to fucked up to get me home, and the time before that he throw up everywhere... so i was a little scared of what would happen, but he sounded not drunk so i say yes to meeting him. i sat on the train drunk as usual playing the demo version of Diner dash on my phone, and 40 min later got off at my stop in Brooklyn. called Busboy and he didn't answer. "must have fallen asleep" i told myself. oh well. so i came home, eat ice cream and at 3:40 am i set my alarm for 8:00 am and fell asleep.