On Friday night I went out to Williamsburg with Liz, Heather, Caitlin, Susannah and Mikey (another guy that lives in the Isles house). We started at Turkey's Nest and then went to the Royal Oak. I thought about playing pool at Turkey's Nest but the people playing took forever to finish a game.
Liz and Mikey started playing hockey with a piece of candle. I was sitting with Heather and we were facing them. Mikey hit the candle to Liz and Liz knocked over Heather's beer and spilled it all over my UNIQLO jeans that I was never going to wash. The glass broke on the floor too. Heather told the bartender that there was broken glass and they gave her a hand towel. wtf.
We (yes me too) danced a bit at the Royal Oak. I wasn't even drunk. I was totally sober because I drove to Williamsburg. But you know what, you don't want to be an AFC on the sidelines forever.
Susannah asked me to drive her home because it's on the way off the BQE. She lives in Carroll Gardens (debatable?). I dunno about her. She's way too hipster for me. I know that sounds strange, but I'm not going to go into it here. Paul said "why did you drive her home?" when I told him I did. The thing with the BQE is that there's no fucking on ramp on the the side I needed to get to from like DUMBO to Bay Ridge. It's insane. I had to go local the entire way until the Belt Parkway under Third Avenue in Brooklyn under the BQE. And there ain't nothing but shady places and porn shops on that strip. The lights there are fucking annoying as hell too. They don't all turn green at the right times like in Manhattan. It's red at every light. It would have been faster for me to backtrack one exit from Sus' place and get back on the highway.
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