about last night

so after the encouragement of an open bar, i told my roommate about our ally sheedy theory and she said she was honoured to be sharing a room with ally (*sob*)

and then i spent the rest of the night with this guy i met, making out at various locations over the east village and the lower east side. he was cute and he kept holding my hand and he was in a band he wouldn't tell me the name of, and we kept going back and forth from the dark room (ludlow and houston) to various other bars, and hanging with his friends (i got a few high fives and "i love your accent!"s). and at one point, when we were standing outside pianos on ludlow, there was a brown out, and everyone started whooping. and the homeboys on ludlow were calling this boy steve nash and his friend alex, austin powers (it kind of suited him at the time) and invited them to go hang out. and i was making him guess my surname and the only clue i could ever think of was the king in that scottish play, and he kept calling me othello. and he seemed to know everyone everywhere. and we kept seeing some turkish guys around who thought i was swedish. it was the perfect random evening, and it was so much fun.

it was one of those nights i wish i could remember always, regardless of the making out, just for the sense of adventure and being young and fancy-free in new york and that imminent sense of summer and all the new people and ... i know i seem to keep saying this, but i really do *love* this town.