January.... kinda.

well I guess, I’m worse at this writing thing then I thought I could ever be. but I’ll try to get better. There have been a few things that I feel the need to tell you.

Quick recap before I go into some really good stories: January 31 days, drunk 24 night, had sex 15 times, (well sexual acts- anything from making out to intercourse.)

Ok story time, I’ll try to pick the most important and interesting nights:

Jan7th: High/Low night: my friend from school, we’ll call him “Hercules”. (he’s in my acting program with me and I truly love him a lot.) He came up with this idea to dress really high class, fancy-spancy as if we coming from a event of some kind and then go to real “dirty” dive-bars on the Lower East Side. It’s really fun. So we all met up at Asian Pub in the city (may it RIP) and I looked like I was coming from a wedding, my blue 1950’s style cocktail dress, with my hair done up with pearls in it. And my classy blue pumps. I met up with the group a little late, but there was five or six of us in total. We moved to a place by St. Marks where you can get 5 shots for $10, on the way over there me and “LadyinRed” (someone who turned out to be one of my favorite people after this night) decided that I was going to be her “British cousin” for the night. We didn’t meet anyone interesting at the first bar, but at the third one I hit it off with this guy, we’ll call him “Jack.” (cause he resembled a Lumber Jack). Him and his crazy cousin came with us to another guys house that we meet, along with LadyinRed and two other people. We hung out playing drinking games and just listening to music. Remember by this time I was very drunk and I was still in my British accent and making lots of shit up, making out with Jack every time I could. Finally the hours faded into the early morning hours, and me and Jack had somehow made it into the bathroom… then he wanted to go back to his house. I left with him, and lost my shoe. Went back to his house and I stayed over, (hey hey, just slept, maybe J ) then woke up and eat breakfast, all in a British accent! What a night, but lots of fun.

Jan 21st-22^nd: my birthday weekend!! Yeah I’m 22!!! But my birthday weekend was a shitshow. I had a huge party on my birthday.

• sidenote: me and Walker from New years are currently “dating” with just means we hang out a lot and he stays over a bunch.

So anyway. On the 21^st I had a big 1950’s party at my house with all of my friends. This was a bit fightening because it was all of my different friends from all areas of my life. From school, from theatre, from childhood and from The Neighborhood. I wasn’t sure how everyone was going to get along with each other but to my great surprise everyone I know is amazing, everyone was dressed up and obviously they are all going to get along. Walker was there and… well most people that I’ve talked about or “introduced” you to was there. As well as many others, but to say the least it was a lot of fun, a lot of alcohol! The night is really quite a blur but, I remember at one point kissing “Walker”, then a little bit later I was making out with this other guy, someone’s roommate. Then I also remember having sex with a friend of a friend. (who in the long run turned out to be a douche bag!) I slept nothing, and then got up and meet Seattle at brunch at the Tavern, humm mumosias! Then back to my house for a while then back to the Tavern for my friends Jazz set, she’s amazing. At the end of my actual birthday I slept with a FWB from the neighborhood and had a serious two day hangover.

There have been many other nights, and I promise to write more but I guess that’s all tonight. Hopefully something with happened tonight that is exciting! 

New Beginnings!

ok, so i thought i would be better at staying on top of writing, however my time has run away with me. i know i'm about two months later but as a new years resolution i am going to try and write more!
to give a quick recap of november and december:
November: 30 days, drunk for 13 (possibly 25 (?)) i don't really remember a lot of November. only hooked up with three guys, and all were creepy and didn't go anywhere. 1 hospital trip, was considered Fall Risk.
December: 31 days, drunk for 24, hooked up with 5 people. spent entirely too much money!
but the real story for tonight is:
New Years Eve, I went to the Tavern in my neighborhood. i was invited to four or so parties in the city but figured that i would spend the majority of my time on the train by myself trying to party hop around New York City on New Years Eve. so the Tavern it was, it was fine because they were having Karaoke, so fun! I'm also quite the regular at this tavern, i know everyone, and we are all more like friends rather then customer/severs. any-who, i got there early, alone (the drunk that i am). was hanging out with my friend "Seattle", eating and waiting for the guy who does karaoke to come. people started filtering in, and i noticed a good looking guy sitting with his friend, on the other side of the bar.
as the night picked up, i made eye contact with a this guy a few times, but never really got a response. by the time midnight came around, i had listened to way too many bad people sing bad songs, had quite a few drinks in my system, and was getting ready for the Champagne toast! One of my best friends from school had joined me and we were "happy." the countdown happened and it was fun, no kiss at midnight this year, but maybe next year.
by the end of the night i had sang "summer Nights" (yes, from Grease) with a friend and was very drunk. this guy from before we'll call him "Walker" after the alcohol. he came to say goodbye, and i said good bye too, but then i was going to invite people to my house for a drink after, so i invited him. he left with his friend and we finished our drinks, then headed home with my friend from school, a weird guy and a god friend from the neighborhood. but we ran into Walker on the street and he tagged along.
we got to my house and drank a beer, and more Champagne, then everyone by me and Walker left, we were listening to music, and making out. long story short he was going to stay over. i found out he was 30, living in brooklyn for a while now, in a lab.
we spent the next 15 hours in bed, talking sleeping, messing around, drinking more beer.... it was great! and lots of fun. when it was finally over and he left, i forgot to get his number, and he didn't have mine, but we had planned to meet back at the tavern that night to hang out again. i showed up at the tavern and waited for about 3 hours before going home, empty handed. i thought that was it, another one night thing...
however last night i ran into him, and he said he was going to leave his number with one of the Bar tenders to give me. but it turns out he didn't have too.
that was my fun New Years!
we'll see where that goes...