Thanks to Mouse's encouragement, I am going to take a shot at providing a complete recap from the drunken shenanigans that was the 2006 CrazyChica Reunion Friends' Night.
FlyingV and I drove down into NYC on Saturday afternoon. We brought along a couple of the summer interns since two of them wanted to go to the city last weekend and needed a ride. Given my bitter experience from my summer internship in CT back in 2000 because of my lack of driveability, I am always willing to help out the carless interns when it is convenient for me. Besides, one of the interns is from Michigan, so I had to show my Wolverine pride.
Once we got to the city, FlyingV and I had to kill several hours since the CrazyChicas were on a boat tour somewhere in NYC. We walked over to Times Square and Central Park. Believe it or not, I had never been to Central Park despite several trips to NYC over the past few years.
After hanging out for a while in Central Park, FlyingV and I went shopping. We walked into some stores hoping not to be asked to leave (given our less than rich attire). I did end up buying a sweet new shirt that I ended up wearing out that night. Believe it or not, it was NOT from Banana Republic. Good luck guessing where I bought this shirt. It's a hot shirt.
We finally met up with Skitzo, Mo, Mpls Ju, Mouse, and GB (the other friend crashing the party) for dinner around 8PM. We ate at this awesome Italian place around 14th and Avenue B. I need to go back there sometime. Great wine, great sangria, and great lasagna. Oh my!
Then, the shenanigans began. We met up with Mpls Ju's sister, who lives in NYC, and went out for some more drinking near NYU. We were supposed to go to a club, but apparently Mpls Ju's sister didn't think I could handle a NYC club. I took extreme offense to this, especially since I was aptly dressed for a night at the club. Well, I guess the official reason for going to a bar was that Mpls Ju's sister could not get us all on the list, but I want to complain anyway about the lack of respect that I received.
We drank to the point of CrazyChica drama over the next couple hours. Along the way, Mouse was taking pictures. By pictures, I mean that the camera was flashing about once every seven seconds. I didn't bring my camera, so I have nothing to post. Check out
her blog if you want the illustrated version of this story. I'm sure she will post something soon.
At some point in the night, a few of us made our way to the dance floor. You know I've had way too much to drink when I am making a lame-ass attempt to bust a move.
At one point I was dancing with Skitzo. However, by dancing, I mean that I was forcefully holding her up while she danced with me because she had zero sense of balance since she was so drunk. On several occasions while we were dancing, she bumped in to people standing around us or nearly fell into them. It was quite taxing to keep her from falling, but it was still quite funny.
Sometime around 3AM I had a super random encounter with two people that I used to work with. Given that NYC is just a little bigger than the bustling metropolis that is 'New England's Rising Star' (Hartford), you don't expect to run into anyone you know at a random bar. I only chatted with them for a few minutes since we were all hammered and they were on their way out.
The shit hit the fan in terms of drama at this point. Mouse took a break from her 1+ hour "dance" with FlyingV to dance with Skitzo. However, Mouse did not realize that Skitzo was having balance issues. At some point, Skitzo fell forward and dragged Mouse down to the ground with her. I'm not sure what happened during the fall, but Mouse had a nasty gash over her left eye and a huge bump on her head. The bouncers quickly came over to check on Mouse to make sure she was ok. The bouncers kicked us all out of the bar once it was confirmed that Mouse was alive. Skitzo had no idea that she played a big role in Mouse's injury. All she could say the rest of the night was "My butt hurts" or "I'm hungry, and my butt hurts".
We made our way back to the hotel. My memory of the rest of the night is hazy since I passed out very quickly, but I was in and out of my alcohol-induced sleep for the next couple hours. I remember a pizza guy coming over and telling Mouse that she needed to go to the hospital to get stitches for the cut over her still-bleeding eye. I also remember the pizza guy giving her directions to a hospital that was not nearby because "The Jewish hospital was much better than the one that was close by". I do believe the same pizza guy stuck around a while to hit on the girls, but I am not 100% about that since I was half asleep in the corner. Mouse and Mpls Ju (the sensible one in the group) went with GB to the hospital, but apparently the directions were terrible.
Sometime around 5:30AM (or some other ridiculously early hour after the sun had risen), Mouse and Mpls Ju returned. Mouse was a little irritated, so she woke everyone up and loudly described her ER experience. I was half awake for this story and remember little, except that she got two stitches, had a hot ER doctor, and that she came over to me and yelled at me to look at her eye and try to get me to understand that she had just spent some time in the ER. I guess we all deserve some blame for not going to the hospital with her, but I simply shrugged and fell back asleep. I'm a great friend when I'm drunk. Seriously.
I was horribly hung over on Sunday. A nice greasy breakfast helped a little, but the drive back to CT sucked. I did not feel better until this morning. I hate hangovers. I should have drunk some water before going to sleep.
I wish I had kept a list of quotes that night, because there were definitely a bunch of hilarious comments that I can't remember anymore. Maybe Mouse will remember some of them when she posts her recollection from Saturday.
I just want to take this time to thank the CrazyChicas for letting FlyingV and I crash your reunion and crash your hotel room. It was a blast and the first time I had gotten drunk since the
Bucknell road trip.