NYC Take 2 or How One Should Limit Thyself to 3 Jager-bombs not 6ish.

Where to begin...

       I made my way to Jersey quite easily this time, thanks to Alice my new GPS friend.  McRick and I headed to the city and made it on time for a show. I believe it was our first. We went to see Rufus Wainwright @ Radio City Music Hall. I've never been. RCMH is a beautiful venue and I had a fantabulous time. Sean Lennon was the opener. Even thought John Lennon was his father, he bored me.  He and Rufus did perform Across the Universe together which was beautiful. Rufus sounded amazing as did the hall itself. Unfortunately he did not do one of my favorites "Hallelujah" but he did sing some Judy Garland which made up for that. It was the last show of the tour so it went on forever, which I can't complain about because I was sad to see it end. 

       McRick and I grabbed some pizza which we hurriedly chowed down in a cab ride to Wicked Willy's (i think) it's kind of a blur from there.  We met up with Kassie and um others. McRick couldn't drink cause she just lost half of her wisdom... but she was kind enough to take care of Kass and I. They were doing karaoke and well I was drinking. what i'm not sure but it contained Chambord! so yum. then Kass and I began our Jager-bombs... also yum. They're like liquid crack!  (For those of you who don't know me I am quite the lightweight-a cheap drunk whatever you prefer to call it)  By the end of it all I had 2 or 3 of the sweet but strong Chambord drinks and well 6ish Jagerbombs...  

        McRick kept trying to get me to drink water, while these Irish men kept giving me drinks, which I took til I got to the shot of vodka, I knew I couldn't stomach that one.  I vaguely remember the rest of the events of the evening. I remember a lot of stumbling and nausea.  Kass bitched her way out of McRick's care and went on her way home.  I apparently slept at some random diner for an hour and a half while McRick was having breakfast with Ivan and...and someone else. I was barely alive as you can see by the pic below. 

       We made it home by seven in the am. I was out, but oddly enough I woke around 12 with no hangover. Poor McRick had to work at noon... god bless that girl I don't know how she does it.

 

To be continued...I'm tired of typing  

(please look forward to Toby Keith, Gnomes, Hair Salon Hangouts, and Pub Crawling)

I'm gonna watch Saw IV to see how terrible it actually is...then bed. I'll write more when I'm awake and more witty.

Love all over ya!

tR/Fo