Checking my blog this morning, I TOTALLY forgot that I posted the previous entry when I stumbled home with my roommate Chris, who I think was rambling about how awesome John Mayer is on the way home, last night. Haha. Recap of the first stop of the night...will be up on my favorite social blog Guest of a Guest in a bit. Nnamdi texting with some gal having a party uptown shows me a text from her that says "We have a table. You guys should come." We hopped in a gypsy car to meet her at the W in...don't judge me...Times Square. Don't judge. Along the way there, our car got pulled over by the wonderful officers of the NYPD.
As he pulls over, the driver turns to us and says "I don't have my registration. Can you guys just say we're all friends."
We mumble a non-reply and check our cell phones. Cops walk over and the driver hands over his license and registration. The other cop taps my window. I roll down the window and he asks us if we noticed how the driver was driving. I'm no snitch, especially with something as asinine as this and replied "Nah man, we were just talking about the guy's music."
Nnamdi mutters "These guys are delaying my partying..." Further delays arose as the cabbie had given the cops an expired license.
After all this law and order business was resolved our driver drives away and decides to take out his anger on us by BLASTING Ricky Martin. We ask him to turn it down. What does he do? He turns UP the speakers behind us. And we got to the hotel with Ricky Martin blasting. Not cool.
At the W, we proceed to try to find the party. Head downstairs. Nope. Head to upstairs lounge. Nope. Street level bar. Nope. Finally, we walked up the stairs to the restaurant on the second floor. When I hear someone "has a table," I assume a table with bottles at a bar or club. Apparently it can also mean a nice, classy dinner taking place at a table in a restaurant. Yea, we crashed a dinner. Awesome. Thankfully, the girl--the definition of a "hot mess"--started just pouring us wine to compliment our respective drinks (vodka with splash of soda for me). Funny things were uttered. Sometimes it's a lot of fun to hang out with people you've NEVER MET or will NEVER SEE AGAIN.
On the way out, someone decided they were hungry and grabbed a bread from the bread basket at a nearby table...that a nice and decent couple were dining at. WHAT AN ASSHOLE. Someone else then explained and apologized on his behalf to the shocked couple:
I'm sorry....that's just how we "roll."
What a random and absurd night.