Holiday Commuter Shame

In full commuter shame mode at Penn Station.

First, let's note sadly the level of drunkenness proportional to the hour: before 9 pm. Yep, drunk and waiting for train before 9 pm. Let us note that it is one of few times in life that actually feel real, cheek burning shame. A decent New Yorker would possibly now be waking up from a nap and just getting ready to go out. The pathetic commuter is heading home. However, even the losers had a nice night out.

From the beginning: leave work with a herd of co-workers heading for Legends, where, despite our long patronage, we are turned away in favor of some undisclosed party who rented the place for the whole damn night! We turn away in a collective huff, and head over to Rattle and Hum a block away where we are not regulars and thus forced to endure all manner of humiliation :( even that hot bitch D6 gets insulted at the bar at one point! Unbelievable! B and I go out to smoke and outside we meet D1 who just got there. D1 looks beyond sexy, all slim and just damn hot! B leans over to say how hot D1 looks, as if I'm blind! As the three of us are smoking, some dudes walk inside the bar, and I think I know one of them and realize is own broM1 with co workers! Holy shit, actually running into flesh&blood family in NYC bar, though should not be shocking, considering broM1 works on same block, but jarring because broM1 is confirmed Jersey lover, supposedly coming into the city in money-making ghost mode only, just to make bank for dream jersey life. BroM1 behaves civilly toward my coworkers, so good enough. Inside, spend some time catching up with D1 and just being with co workers and feel really really happy (and drunk) and think that everyone looks incredibly gorgeous! Increasingly creepy so&so from work manages to steal the beauty and make it all creepy by taking photos incessantly.
At one point, B and I go out to smoke and a HYBT (hotnyoungblackthing) passes us and continues to turn around. So B and I play a fun game where she's my pimp. She gets the HYBT to come back and she asks what he wants to pay for me...sweet chile looks confused and B gets all tough and goes, c'mon, whazzup, she charges by the hour! HYBT is completely pushed off his game, the CBZ in his ear loosing all sparkle! He finally stutters: ah-ahhh, I'm outta here, leaving me and B in hysterical laughter, singing that Hustle and Flow mess rap song about ' having two black honeys and a snow bunny too'! Lolz.
Back inside, I down a few more and then everyone leaves. I make the 8:37 train and completely sober up on the arctic walk home.
Once home, I call B and we talk excitedly about R inviting us to her wedding in India this summer. If girlfriend invited us in her drunkenness, too bad, bc B and I are going!



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Location:Penn Station