  Saturday night, I headed downtown to meet up with Spin, it being her birthday. The club she chose as her hangout, we found out, was the locale that The Cure had chosen as their after-concert party spot. And for all of you that don't know me, I LOVE 80's music. I was in heaven!! Robert Smith was loosen' hot in his makeup-- and he looked even hotter since I'd downed a few drinks. Our friend Kay is in the City from D-Town and part of our conversation went as follows: Kay, "Good to see you! How are you? " F, "Great. I'm not wearing any underwear. " ---- Later on, F, "Hey Kay, I smoked some pot last night? " Kay, "Really? I masturbated last night. " ---- Kay, you're the coolest boy I know. Getting drunk at The Delancy Club with The Cure was allright, but lots of Spin's friends couldn't get in because they got in late.
So we moved. When I start drinking, I have no clue where I am in the City, but I am always good for following the fun. We ended up at some bar, that I couldn't find again. Ever. Lots of shots from boys. One boy with a braces started to kiss my neck.
That's when Kay started being my fake boyfriend. Around 4am, we headed over (down? up? ) to an apt where a bunch of guys lived. We decided to wanted to play beer pong (called Beirut up here). So we headed out and bought beer and pizza. While in line, I spied some cute boys, all with their shirts off. I surmised they were gay, and asked where the club is. The cute gay boy told me I was, "Fabulous! And we love fabulous girls like you. We love you, but we won't fuck you.
So come to my club next weekend. You're on the list. Tell 'em I sent you. " Sweet deal. I lost miserably at peer pong. I was up till 7. We all crashed one atop the other. But when I woke up at 10am, I was ALONE. I hightailed it out of the apt, only to realize I had NO MONEY. I didn't know where I was, and I had spent all my money on cabs, beer, and pizza.
Oops. I saw a metro stop and hopped in and headed uptown. The nearest stop that line stopped at was 51st street. I live on 72nd. So I hiked it uptown in the rain , yes the rain, in my clubbing gear... with all the church-goers staring at me. The rain made my outfit a bit see-through, but hey, I like my red bra. 
