2003-11-01 18:47:17 ET|
I went to the parade as a cross between Iron Maiden's mascot Ed hunter and Geddy Lee. I met the posse at penn station. This posse included Enamon, his twin leo, and their friends from barbelith.com. One of these barbelith friends dragged with her an Irish american man named Tommy. Me and him got along quite nicely. He seemed to like my minimal costume (ie, I wasn't dressed as a chick like many at the parade).
There were M4D CH1X at the starting point of the parade. There was even a "dancer" on one of the floats! Tommy had me throw her 5 bux... Fucken A!
After standing around for more than half an hour, it was decided that we move towards the front of the very DENSE crowd. Tommy, myself and 'Dippy" got seperated from the others. After we gave up hope of rejoining them anytime soon, Tommy brought up the idea of finding his bar! Well, we found it and had a couple of beers. By the time I started talking to a female, "Dippy" (aka Joel) got in touch with the twins via cell phone. It was great though, and Jimmys' a great guy! I really apreciated the drinks. It turns out "Dippy" used to goto polytechnicle school like me. He commutes from Queens to goto CSI (College of Staten Island) these days. He was even on the boat that crashed over two weeks ago.
After only two rounds, it was decided that we leave to meet up with everyone else at the end of the parade route. Now, it was only two beers and I was already pissed-drunk.
1) Empty Stomach
2) I havent really drank since the summer
So my tolerance was way off. The sad thing is, my memory works the same drunk as it would if I was sober. Therefore, I can actually hold some regrets of my drunken stuper. So, we walked 6th ave (?) saying to all the ladies "HOW YOU DOIN!?" By the time we got to 22nd street, Dippy somehow got information that the rest of the group were in a Olive Garden on the corner of 22nd at 5th. *to be continued, time to study*