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...

Something about October

As it is November first, i thought i would recap my October. I'm not sure what it is about October but there is something very strange about it for me, a link of some kind, it seems to be the one month of the year when things tend to happen to me, big things. like when i was twelve i got my period for the first time in October. when i was fourteen i was kissed for the first time in October. lost my virginity in october...
see big month.
so this October 2010- 31 days, i have gotten drunk twenty-two nights, made out with eight people, (three being strangers) had sex three times (twice with the same person) and was Cinderella five times. all of this on top of being in school, working a bit and having a week and a half of tech and performances.
started out with "Moondoggie". a boy i know, he is actually the older brother of someone i know, not quite a friend but close enough. i have know Moondoggie for about 3 years now, but we really only started talking a year ago, (in October 2009.) we take walks in the park and listen to 1950's music. i think that he is  one of the most beautiful people i've ever meet, and never thought that anything would have ever happened between us but it did. and i like it. he used to live in new york, but sadly he moved out west to work on a farm. (which might add to his beauty a bit) he has a tendency to just text me asking me what i'm doing, and then tell me he's in new york and wants to see me. in which i meet up with him no matter where i am or what i was doing. he has that kind of personality, that makes you feel so comfortable with yourself and him, that it is honestly like nothing else matters. maybe thats just me, or maybe its because he holds my V card, but i'm comfortable. wait- saying that make me sound life a lovesick puppy-dog following him around, but i can't i understand the reality of life that keeps reminding me that he lives about 700 miles away, and neither of us are the kind to make long distance work. i've only been with him 4 times, once last october- then once in may, then twice this october, and every time i've seen him it feels like i saw him yesterday. i've had sex with him three times now a each time gets better. twice this October.
ok, on to other people. i hooked up with a twenty eight year old construction worker at a bar, but i can't remember his name. Bus Boy twice, a boy from my acting department in his car after one of the shows, another boy from school who is in the tech department but only because i was saving him from another girl. my bestfriend's roommate. undercover cop. and saturday night a guy dressed like wolverine.
October is over...
.... what will November bring?

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.