NYC 4.5 & 5

I was really looking forward to seeing Laura, a friend of david's who became our friend. We also planned to see Tim and his girlfriend Dede. John had recently flown to NY to record her album.

We met at a funky little divey place, a bar/ clothing boutique in the east village at 8:30 quickly and easily downing a cocktail. We were to head over to a hipster joint around the corner for dinner at 10. Upon arrival at the Social Club, I discovered a message that Laura was ill.



We didn't find this out until after we had put our names in and ordered a second drink- uh oh. The place was loud and perhaps a tad too hip for us. Dede seemed to be in her element (she had sung back-up for Kei$ha- Tim preferred a bit more quiet. We polished off the drinks- I was feeling NO pain, and went around the corner to grab sushi.

This would gave been fine, and seemed to gave been fine until we headed home. We were waiting for a train sometime around 1 a.m., my head was in John's lap. All of a sudden a wave came over me and I became intimate with a NY Metro trash can. Clearly this was mo unusual sight as people walked by, tossing their trash in as I expunged mine.

I felt better and a train arrived. That was, until I didn't. That was when we hit the west village- 4th street to be exact. "we're getting off here!" an shortly thereafter I got intimate with another trash can. I had become a trash can tramp.

Finally, John, looking out for my best interest, pulled me up above ground and hailed a cab home. Maybe he had become jealous of the trash cans...

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