Ooooh NYC...

So after collapsing on my bathroom floor that morning (don't ask) I decided what better way to handle that situation then to go to NYC that night...

After arriving at the bar and a steady diet of Jameson and cigarettes, I find myself involved in a conversation about tattoos with some girl....about 40 minutes later, and numerous empty glasses, this conversation moves to the bathroom stall"

"Steviieeee (spoken by said drunken girl) Isn't it fate that you have a panther tattoo and I have paws tattooed on my chest??"

"Aww babe, your so cute!" (Gives her a kiss)

At this time, the whole "fate comment" got the better of me, so I left the bathroom to find my ride....To which I say...

"Ok time to get the fuuuuck outta here"

Then I heard "Dancing With Myself" and NYC seemed so surreal to me. The booze, the freezing weather, the uneasy feeling in my stomach from whiskey and cigarettes, the women, although for some reason all I thought about was the girl who I actually didnt stand a chance with. Weird, with any luck i'll have more conversations with deers tonight...

I swear Jameson is magical!