So Happy I Could Die (a hook-up intervention and Jersey Trash)

I had little to do on post-turkey Saturday, and I had a taste for fried catfish. Earlier in the week, I'd found a place called Piece of Chicken in midtown that could satisfy this craving, so I gave MicHELLe a holler. Turns out I was late (stupid A running local), so we ended up getting there just in time to see the last guy locking up the restaurant.

No big deal because MicHELLe had a plethora of leftovers from Thanksgiving, and they were good as HELL (just like the caps in her name)! TTT took a break from moving into his new Hell's Kitchen apartmet to join us, which was great because MicHELLe and I felt it was about time for an intervention.

Me: "So you know you have to stop hooking up with guys in HK, right?"

TTT: "What do you mean?"

Me: "Well, think about how many HK boys love Therapy as much as you do. I mean, you already run into past hook ups all the time, and you didn't even live here. Upper West Side: cool. East Village: cool. HK: trouble! And it's only gonna get worse."

MicHELLe nodded in agreement. TTT laughed, but hopefully she took my words to heart.

(Oh, who am I kidding: TTT's awkward hook-up run-ins are some of my favorite stories!)

After quite a bit to drink, we made our way down to Pieces to meet the rest of The Ivy League Crew et al. On the way down, MicHELLe revealed that her favorite Fame Monster song was "So Happy I Could Die," which I didn't understand at all, but to each her own.

And speaking of Lady G, for every time the DJ at Pieces played "Bad Romance", TTT made out with (at least) 2 guys. Around 2, MicHELLe and I were ready for a change of scene, but Bottomless Pitt reminded us that The Eagle has a $10 cover on Saturdays (how the hell does she know!).

TTT's drinking caused her bravery to be inversely proportional to her subtlety... so much so that sipping from the straw of the drink I had in my hand. "Oh hell no! Not after you done made out with 12 guys tonight! You gon' give me everybody's mono! Fuck that; I'm getting a new straw." Did I mention that I absolutely love how audible everything becomes in the lull between songs.

We stayed at Pieces until they kicked us out, and MicHELLe and I went to Karavas, where she paired two slices of sausage pizza the size of her head with a diet Snapple. Only she didn't realize til halfway through the bottle (the two-serving bottle... Read your labels!) they gave her a regular Snapple instead.

"Oh my god! 'So happy I could DIE(t)!'"
(Which verbalized more like, "Die... et!")

That's when I looked over and noticed the Jersey Trash* next to us. And the former jock of the group was wearing a Harvard tshirt. It was too easy.

Me: "Hey, what year did you graduate?"

Him: "Huh?"

Me, pointing at the shirt: "From Harvard?"

Him: "Oh, I didn't go to Harvard! Are you kidding! I got this at [dept store]."

"Oh, I figured there was an intelligence amnesty program I see."

Did I mention MicHELLe finished that whole DIE(t) Snapple? Yeah.

*Not everyone from Jersey is trash... Just those that are still there. Okay, okay, kidding, but these people were def trashy and not from The City. Two thinks which may not have anything to do with each other.

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