my abhorrence of venues east of 5th ave (Bottomless Pitt's housewarming)

Bottomless Pitt and her straight roommates were having a housewarming party on a Friday, and I hadn’t been out all week due to fatigue (this may or may not have to do with the fact that I had already stayed at Grrber’s place twice that week). Both Grrber and I had gotten out of work early, so we met up at Pieces for happy hour. And dude would not stop buying me drinks! Just before we were leaving, Urban Sprawl showed up and had a drink with us.

From Pieces, Grrber and I went out to Brooklyn to get dinner and drop by his place before we went out. By the time we caught a quick disco nap, picked up a 6 pack (liquor stores were closeed) and a couple of single-serving mixers (when it comes to mixers: trust no one), and walked to 1^st ave from the train (fucking first avenue!! As in 3 avenues from the train!) it was about 11.

Grrber: “Is that….”

Me: “Urban Sprawl!”

She was doing her signature sway down the sidewalk (and street) when we saw her. “They have tons of liquor but no mixer. I’m going to get some.”

“Here,” I offered a few ones.

“No, no, no. I got it.”

“Well, look atchu, Sugar Daddy! See you up there.”

“MicHELLe and Med School Mess are there,” Urban Sprawl said, stumbling off into the night. What Grrber and I didn’t realize was that we had just caught her in the middle of a ninja move and that that would be the last we would see of her that night. Guess she'd been drinking since we saw her at happy hour.

 

It was a complete madhouse when we got upstairs. Med School Mess almost blended in with the group of random African guys she was talking to. Bottomless Pitt balked at me like I had brought him a fresh eastern European twink (I could sort of understand his disbelief at my presence, considering my abhorrence of venues east of 5^th ave). And MicHELLe was just plain loud and flirty.

Friends of Bottomless Pitt immediately pushed cups of vodka and Crystal Light into our hands shortly before his roommate demanded that we take shots of Demon Rum (a surprisingly tolerable mix of 5 different types of liquor).

This is when my stupidity in this situation actually hit me. Here I am with this older guy that I really like. I’ve known him for a few weeks, and he’s already met too many of my friends too early. And that night, I had basically dragged him to a college party. Then again, he went to a big party state school, so it was probably nostalgic.

Then they ran out of vodka. Why did Med School Mess pull out a Gatorade bottle of vodka from her bag! Luckily, I still had my own mixer, so I made him, Grrber, and myself a drink.

It was around this time that 3PRG*, an RG friend that went to Bottomless Pitt’s Ivy League School for undergrad, went to make more Crystal Light punch. Minus the vodka. She then proceeded to pour people drinks that were "sooooo strong," spilling most of the “punch” on the floor. It was no surprise to see this later in the night:

That's cheese on Bottomless Pitt's bedroom wall. I think it's supposed to spell something.

 

Did I mention that Grrber had a friend and a niece coming into town and that that was my last impression for the next week and a half?! Yeah.

Click here to check out this mess of a house party at CoLaw's.

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*did you catch the Star Wars reference? Damn, I'm sorry.