The People Suck Mantra
The problem with living in a city like manhattan is that at any one moment you're bombarded with so many invites. And choosing becomes a full-time job. And as with Los Angeles, NYC has no days. Each night calls for celebration.
Back in the early 2000's, when my friends and i were in our early 20's and could go all day working and all night partying, we could get away with sleeping just a few hours a night. Then it became increasingly more difficult to maintain that life style and the reign was handed down to yet another generation of party-goers, the Paris Hilton crowd. Friday night we went out to enjoy an Indian cuisine. And then decided to venture downtown for the remainder of the night. But just as we got to our destination and i was already nodding off. Those were the days.
Slept through much of Saturday. Pretty exciting, i know. But i did take a break to go get a mani/pedi.
Sunday evening Ian, Matt and i, after much quarreling, decided to head up to the Upper West Side for a thing our friend Sarah was throwing. Now, the whole night Matt was just getting on our nerves complaining and chanting the people suck mantra. He finally got so inebriated and decided that he wasn't getting enough attention. When life hands you salt, make margaritas. Invitees were forced to talk him in from the ledge. Someone should tell him that vitamin water is a real beverage as well.
In desperate need of a vacation. How much longer till summer?
