OTAS, you found it

Neena and her friend Cara were in from Chicago two weekends ago. These are people I’ve known for quite some time from my undergrad days, but have never been very close to. The weekend changed all that.

I went to their posh hotel in the Meatpacking district for a drink on the rooftop bar. We had great conversations about love, life, work and other gooey stuff. The consensus was –after three drinks – that we should have a party at my new apartment the following day to celebrate their arrival, and have a housewarming party for myself.

So Max, Rob, Tom, and Kurt joined the three of us in breaking in the new apartment. As you can tell, the drink of choice that night were Cosmos with Sky 90 and Cointrau (we actually got in a game or two in as well). These were all enjoyed with a dinner cooked entirely by Rob.

The night went from civility, to slightly buzed, to utter debauchery. And a wiser person would have locked themselves into the apartment. Instead, we went out on the town –first to the Townhouse, where we managed to embarrass ourselves singing by the piano, then to Henrietta Hudson’s, a lesbian bar in the Village, where Rob managed to convince the bar he was a lesbian in a gay man’s body (don’t ask).

Sunday I was a total wreck. It’s been a while since I’ve been that hungover -- it cured me of drinking for a good 24 hours. It was worth it: Memories that will last (at least until the next time).