12/16/05

So last night was like a magical night from a defunct Disney movie, only without the artificial joy and obvious family innuendo. It all started with the buzz around NYC about the possibility of a transit strike, and a "deep-freeze" all by the deadline of midnight Thursday/Friday. So everyone at my job was on edge from the fear of being stranded at home, with no way to go in and earn any income. I was on edge because I have no idea what a "big-freeze" is, but I knew I was not prepared for one. So with all this going on, you think I should have known better than to go out, and took my ass home after work. Instead I decided to go out with a friend to a few places near my job or what not.....
The first place we go to is basic borderline lame. I am 1 of 3 black people in the whole place (which of course doesn't make it lame) , it just seems odd because this is New York. The music is ok, but one of the security guys keeps giving us free drinks so I'm ok with staying a bit. I'd say within 15 minutes of settling in the hunt (apparently for me) was on. The most obscure guys who seemed like we would never speak to each other were standing around staring at me, slowly making their way over to ask me to dance, and to make small talk. Literally one guy after another of the same "genre". I politely excused myself time after time to go to the bar to get away, I guess this wasn't the smartest choice for what lie ahead at the bar was far more dangerous than giving out a little convo. At the bar a man who stood about 6'4" 250-275 lbs. proceeds to begin yelling down at me, bulging his eyes and shaking his head, in a drunken stupor. As I try to walk away from him he grabs my arm with such a force that i'm stopped in my tracks, and have to turn around to look at him. I shot him a "Medea-Worthy" look, shoved him in the chest, and jerked myself out of his hands to walk away. I've never been grabbed like this before, so we leave this dreadful place. (I must point out that there was a strip club connected to this club, and a lot of people would come and go as they pleased between the 2; yet another red sign ignored by me)
On to the second club were things seemed better at first, but I was soon reminded that this was after all "Freaky Thursday". We enter the spot, proceed to coat check, then go to freshen up in the mirror. While entering the bathroom a girl smiles, waves, and (brace yourself) grabs my goodies; and no not the mountains, the valley!!!!!!! I was so shocked I didn't know what to do. I grabbed her hand, twisted her wrist, and pushed her away from me. To which she responded with a laugh, and a vulgar flicker of her double-pierced tongue. I can not believe my fucking luck!!!!!! After this I actually stay, only to be harped on by quite a few undesirable candidates. I'm not even going to go into further details, let's just say by the end of the night all I could think about doing was taking a long, hot, shower to wash off whatever scent I put out that night!
So now i'm preparing to do another Friday night out to attempt yesterday's wrong. Wish me luck.....