Its 3rd year of college all over again, except in a much cooler city

Well its 12:30 here and I just woke up, how wonderful is that? You know those nights that you have when you think you are just going out for dinner and then it turns into this whole thing and you dont end up home until pretty late, etc? Well that has been pretty much every experience of going out in NYC. Even before we had officially moved here, a couple of drinks after dinner led to making all these new friends, meeting my NYC guy, and returning home at 6:30 am.

Last night was another one of those nights. My roommate Ann had to fly home to Florida this morning to help her family move, and her flight was at 5:45, so the shuttle was set to pick her up at 3:30am. So we went to dinner after class and we had the slowest waiter on earth and I am quite sure that we were the only people there that didnt speak Italian. Anyways, it took forever to get our food, but meanwhile we had been downing the wine. Anyways, after dinner we decided (the wine decided) that Ann should just stay up all night drinking until the shuttle came. So we went off to this bar where about 5 minutes after we sat we were approached by this guy shouting his resume. Now, Im not use to this from Florida, but I swear if he told us one more time that "I work on Wallstreet, so its all good"...I would have had to punch him. So what? You work on Wallstreet, whoopity doo, so do a billion other people. I guess I still have to grow accustomed to this. My friend Brian says that he thinks that a lot of the girls here are very concerned with stature and money when it comes to men, that I dont know, but it is becomming more likely just due to this outburst of resume we always seem to get. Hello men of NYC, my name is Laura and I dont care where you work, how important you are or how much money you have. Sure you have to have goals and all that, but the next time one of you blurts out about this fancy shmancy club you went to last week and how you could "get us in", I cant guarantee I wont laugh.

So anyways, after meeting 2 nice guys from Rutgers and playing a little "beirut" (is that how you spell it?)- we had 30 minutes on the clock to get back to the apartment and get her stuff ready. Well we decided that was too much time and that we needed some pizza, so off to Joe's Pizza where there these 2 guys came up to us to chat. Well long story short I found myself in this conversation:

Guy: So do you smoke weed?
Me: haha (are we still in highschool?) Nope, I dont
Guy: Well I smoke weed all the time, 24/7, you can tell by my eyes
Me: Actually, I cant tell at all by your eyes
Guy: So do you want to hang out tomorrow?
Me: Umm, well I have class ( I dont have class)
Guy: what time
Me: 2:40 (pulling a time out of my ass)
Guy:I'll call you at 4
Me: ok (shit!)

See this is the thing, Ann and I would never have normally given out our real numbers if we didnt want to, but here we have and I dont know why. I think its because of the possibility of bumping into these people again (which has happened). Oh well, with my new system of putting their name in my phone and a "DNA" (Do not answer) next to it, it works just fine.

So anyways we made it home and Ann got her drunk ass on the shuttle and I passed out in bed. Tonight I'm meeting up with some school friends for this free BBQ and beer thing at school for Grads and then some bar, I forget the name. Should be fun.

As for now, I desperately need some food and to get out of the apartment.
~Ciao