Tacos, Parties, and Drinking. A night in NYC.

This weekend was so much fun. *Scott and I have been such homebodies but we got invited to a friends’ housewarming party so we decided to hit the streets. I started our day by making him a little breakfast. I cooked grits with cheese, scrambled eggs, and sausage. He was very excited to have grits for some reason. Later that afternoon he and I headed out to get dinner at 5 Tacos with his roommate. We spent a good 2 hours talking about food and relationships inspired by watching Think Like a Man. *Scott hated that movie so much because it was based of Steve Harvey who had a failed marriage. He doesn’t want advice from a failure. I didn’t care though I thought it was a good movie and I pegged him as the guy that was dating Gabrielle Union. After dinner we caught the bus to south street seaport to watch the Knicks play at a bar. It was a white trash bar complete with bra’s on the ceiling. I kinda liked it. We hit another bar after that a few blocks away where we met another guy named *Jay. He was a cute guy. No girlfriends to hook him up with though. We shared a drink and hit the housewarming party. Now, I was expecting something real chill but this ended being a house party. Asians, white people, and 4 black people. It was actually really fun. Since I traveled with a pack of guys I new I couldn’t be in their face all night so I made my way to the kitchen where all the alcohol was and started talking to random people. After getting a drink I started chatting it up with a group of people playing beer pong. I have never played that game so *Jay decided to be my partner. I got nearly all of the cups and he was trash. That opened the floor to a lot of conversations with the party people. I wasn’t too drunk to make it known that I was with *Scott. I noticed a few of the white guys were eyeing me. The next thing I new I ended up with this couple talking about vacations and Hitler. I mean seriously we were all drunk talking about Nazi Germany. I found it hilarious. Once the party was over we hopped in a cab back to the East Village to get 99 Miles to Philly and went home. I felt like complete trash the next morning but I pretended I was ok so that *Scott wont get upset I was drinking so much. I think *Scott and I need to start getting social again. I think he likes to just hang out in bed with me more though.