NYC Weekend

I took the train up to NYC on Friday afternoon to meet my buddies that I went to South America with. Two friends from Argentina also flew in for the weekend. There wasn't any special event, we just picked a weekend and decided to hang out.

Argentina, my leggy model friend from Buenos Aires was in town. I really wanted to have her come down to DC for a few days, but she didn't seem too receptive to the idea.

Friday night we went to a club in Tribeca, it was a good time, but not really my scene. Saturday we spent all day at this African restaurant that was essentially a club that you go to during the afternoon under the guise of having brunch. I have never had an 8-hour, multi-thousand dollar brunch before, though. I have also never had brunch where everyone, I mean EVERYONE, was dancing on their tables and chairs. We had a great time. After "brunch" we ate at a French restaurant across the street.

After dinner we reached a cross-road. It was about 10:30pm, we had been drinking since 1pm. There were two options at this point. One group wanted to go home, and the other group was going to a guy's apartment to have a beer, then head to the bars. Obviously, I chose the later. Two girls that I had just met caught a cab with us to this guy Mike's house somewhere on the lower-west side. We had a drink then walked down the street to this really dank dive bar. We stayed for one beer then took cabs to another, only slightly less dank, dive bar. The second bar at least had some decent talent.

I'm not really sure why, but I was feeling kind of lazy. I felt a little guilty for not hanging out with Argentina, but also like she was being somewhat aloof. Whatever the cause was, my mood was "go big or go home", bordering on cocky. I think my rationale was that if I couldn't take home Argentina, I would take home two other girls. Clearly this makes no sense now, but it seemed logical at the time. I was really shooting for three, to be honest. It could have been thirty, the odds wouldn't have changed much, they would still be only slightly over 0 percent.

I talked a good game for a while. I talked to this one girl for a long time and we ended up hooking up a bit in the corner. I should have been happy to get one, but I got greedy and said I wasn't going to take her home that night unless she brought a friend or two with us. She looked at my quizzically for a while, wondering if I was kidding. When I told her I was dead serious she pointed out the one friend she was with who might consider it, and she was a big girl. I said that wasn't happening. Frankly, I was pretty excited just to be having that conversation at all.

We talked for another 45 minutes more, mostly about sex, and she was certainly ready to go home whenever. Finally I said, "OK, I'm going to head home, good night." Again, I think she thought I was kidding until I put on my coat and left without her. I really don't know what I was doing.