got slammed on the hood of a car.

Friday around 5pm, I got a facebook invite for a Karaoke party for Bottomless Pitt’s birthday.  Sweet!  I looked at the start time: T minus 3 hours.  Oh.

I arrived to Sing Sing Karaoke (not to be confused with the prison), and I saw CoLaw and Pubic Finance standing in the hallway.  About 10 minutes later, we acquired a critical mass of Ivy League Crew et. al. and moved into our own room. 

At one point in the lobby, I ran into about 10 people from my non-Ivy school that lived together on a different floor of my freshman dorm (which was random b/c this isn't Boston).  Is there a non-awkward way of saying, “Actually, I’m not with you guys.  I wasn’t invited.”?  Then again, there are very few people that I’m close to that I’ve known for more than 2 years.

A Sample of Our Karaoke Selections:

“My Lovin’ (Never Gonna Get It)” (all of En Vogue was there)

“It’s Raining Men”

“With or without You” (Bottomless Pitt and I claimed ‘cultural disadvantage’ when we didn’t know the words to this song)

“Damaged”

“Emotions” and  “All I Want for Christmas” (because all gay boys love Mariah… all of them)

“Gimme More”
“I Don’t Need a Man” (Me: “I called the black girl’s part!”)

I was still a bit worn out from Thursday, so I only had half a voice.  Turns out MicHELLe can actually sing (I forgot... turn her mic back on), but she could barely talk by the time we were done from belting out all those high notes.  We had more than a few connections over harmonizing and chiming in on subtle background parts to songs we love.
 

When faced with the question of where to go for the next part of our night, we followed the Birthday Bitch to (where else) Pieces.  The 14 people in our group piled onto the M14 across town but ended up getting separated on the 8-block walk from the bus stop to the bar (“They’re big girls; they’ll figure out how to get here.”). 

A friend from my non-Ivy school was in town from Boston for a modeling gig (I love that she graduated from my school and ends up being a model… maybe I should have gone to an Ivy... not).  We had separated from the group to get a sandwich from a deli since she hadn’t eaten in about 3 days (did I mention she was a model?).  The hair stylist for the fashion show she was in was trying to channel Naomi (sans handcuffs).  


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As we’re walking up to Pieces, we see this guy (probably in his 40s) practically fall through the door of the bar, a bouncer following not far behind him.  He literally stumbled to both sides of the very wide sidewalk before trying to catch his balance on a wall and falling on his back.  He hit his head on the concrete at full force.  We stood and watched for about 30 seconds before Naomi noticed that they guy had dropped his glasses as he fell.  She went to go give them to him, and came back to report that the glasses had broken and that his head was bleeding.  Readers: if you’re not in college, you’re not allowed to get that drunk.  Ever.  Well, time to go inside.

“Oh my god!  Dina Lohands just got arrested!”

Slight flashback: Dina showed up at Karaoke with an entourage.  She.  Was.  Wasted.  I’m sure between Karaoke and Pieces she tried to pet some cop and got slammed on the hood of a car.  Maybe even handcuffed.  I saw none of this.  What I did see was Dina walking into Pieces about 20 minutes after the alleged arrest.

Beer pong (or Beirut)?  Seriously?  I’m sure the combo Bottomless Pitt's patented nipple purification method and the cup of water you have on the side will eliminate the floor-of-Pieces taste from the ping pong ball that's landing in your beer. 

The collared shirt Bottomless Pitt’s started the night with is still MIA.  I pulled his “modified” sweater vest off of him no fewer than twice.  Did I mention it’s only Friday?  Yeah.

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