The liver massacre continues, or, the second night in NY (part one)

The five of us again met up with Jen and Kenny in order to go out that night. Kenny led the way, and although he did not have a specific place in mind, he decided that we should go to the Meatpacking District that night. Upon arrival, the seven of us then stood on a busy street corner that seemed to be the center of the area where we then debated our options. We did not discuss for very long; a promoter approached us and asked where we would like to go. After mulling over the multitude of options he gave us, we settled on a lounge on the roof of a "hip" hotel, not dissimilar to the style of the W. After paying the promoter $20 per person, we were able to skip the queue and go straight into the club. Surprisingly, either due to our payment or out of sheer luck, Joe was able to get in despite wearing his athletic shoes, which were wildly out of place in the sea of douchebaggery which is common in such environs. I would credit our ability to get in entirely to the girls, who looked like movie stars. The guys, despite our best efforts to look as douchy as possible, managed to just squeak by in the sea of much older guys wearing popped collars/$200 ed hardy t-shirts/untucked dress shirts with weird flowers-or-dragons-or-wings-etc.

The elevator arrived at what seemed like the 40th floor, and we headed directly to the bar. The lounge had the feel of a higher end Vegas club, meaning that it was overcrowded, primarily composed of older people, and had no seating whatsoever except to those reserved for people who opted for overpriced table service. However, decent music was playing, we were all in a festive mood, and most impressively, the view was astounding. The lounge could have easily been an observation deck since it offered views as far as New Jersey. We got a round of drinks and admired the scenery.

Hiro was in the mood to mingle, and after hearing many stories of his exploits during the summer of which I sadly did not partake due to our distance apart, I asked his permission to observe and learn. I was accepted as a student, and we then proceeded into the dense crowd.

After an exhausting round of pushing through the lounge, Hiro spontaneously approached two girls who were standing on the balcony.

"Hey, its cold out here, isn't it?" Hiro asked nonchalantly.

I immediately thought, what a fucking BADASS.

Anna and Jessie both live in New York. I wish I could say I changed their names in order to protect their privacy, but in all honesty, I am horrible with names and do not remember what they are. Anna told me that she was previously a personal assistant, but hated the job because her boss was a complete slave driver, treating her more like a butler or concierge than a business associate. Thus, he took advantage of her by often demanding her to do mundane tasks like make dinner reservations, buy show tickets, and go on coffee/food runs. Please note that her tone during this subject area was fused with curse words, all of which will not be repeated for your consideration. Jessie had just completed graduate school at Stanford in engineering. She got a job in New York not more than two weeks ago, and drove across the country with her friend Christine, who was currently the reluctant target of some shady European guy much too old for her and with much too chest showing for any location other than a beach.

"Why don't you save her? Do you want me to jump in?" I asked the two.

"And ruin the fun? This is entertainment!" Anna answered.

"At your friends expense?"

"That's the best kind," Jessie replied.

The girls were cute, smart, and witty: a dangerous combination. Luckily, they had to leave to meet with a friend at another venue.

The initially amusing crowd had crossed the threshold to slightly annoying. The music likewise went from decent to questionable, and the single line to the bathroom went from "brief awkward conversation with a stranger" to "Disneyland before fastpass was invented" in length. In other words, it was time to go.

Next time: The liver massacre continues, and also features late night dining and phallic edibles.