Birthday Weekend

This past weekend was my birthday. I am now 23. Wow.

Friday night was awesome. I went to this restaurant in the East Village named Schiller's Liquor Bar. Rowdy crowd, tons of wine and some Ghostbusters sang happy birthday to me. After dinner, I went to this bar The Magician which was pretty cool. Meg C and I cruised back to her place, but were stopped by some costumed partiers on the way home who talked us into going to Pete Wentz's bar Angels and Kings. We lasted all of about 4 minutes and ditched those dudes, Palm Beach style.

Saturday was Halloween, obviously. My sister Kimball came down! I dressed up as a Native American with Meg C and Kimball was a hippie. We went to Dallas BBQ with Leda and her cousin and got Texas Sized Margs with extra shots. WOW. Those got us DRUNK. After that, we wandered out into the streets with a bottle of champagne and some malt liquor. It started POURING, but we didn't care. We tried to catch up with the Greenwich Village parade but the streets were mostly blocked off to foot traffic which was ridic. We ended up at some sort of grocery store place with a bunch of drunks and made friends with a cop. Leda's friend came by and brought us to a metal concert. I wish I was kidding. It was an experience. Then we went back to Leda's. She lives WAY uptown... like right beneath Washington Heights. We kicked it for a while and Kimball and I needed to get back to Brooklyn. We walked through Harlem a bit until we found a cab. Then we took a cab to midtown. Then we hopped on the F train and it was filled with costumed crazies. We finally made it back to Brooklyn and passed the F out.

I woke up completely hungover on Sunday, but rallied. Kimball and I got to Penn Station by about 9:45 and got on the party train to the Meadowlands to meet up with my dad and our tailgating friends. Meg C showed up about an hour after us and we got super rowdy. We took a bunch of 1800 Shot-Top shots and got nice and blitzed for the game. The game itself was a bummer because we lost. To the Dolphins. FML. Meg C and I got a train back to the city but got stuck for 45 minutes in Secaucus, NJ. We kept calling it SuckCockus. I was overheard saying "I HATE SECAUCUS" and some woman whispered- "That's a true New Yorker..." hahah whatever. I got back to Brooklyn and passed out at like 7 pm.

Today has been a slow one for me. I have some exciting stuff happening at work this week but for the most part, I'm going to be rehabbing it up.

Not Sorry Jersey,

Meggles