My Opinion Over Yours

I'm not sure where I left off, probably on my first night in New York, but either way I'm going to speed up the story a ton. We spent the second day in Chinatown, which somehow doesn't smell that much worse than the rest of New York. Yes, worse, but not to the extreme I was expecting, maybe they don't want to let it smell worse in fear of insulting the Paki's pride. Frank finally had found the purses he was looking for and we moved on to Little Italy. Now, in Little Italy they close the streets on Fridays and many tables line the sidewalks outside of the restaurants, or ristorantes. This encouraged me to do something I love, which is walk down the middle of the road. I guess I had gone past the restricted "pedestrian" only zone, when I hear a car honk its horn. There's a van next to me on my left so I can't get on the side walk until I pass it so I keep walking and feel something tap the back of my arm. I look and notice that the car that had honked was now to the right of me and had been its side mirror had been what tapped my arm.

I could give three shits that a car just nudged my arm so I walk to where I was going to get on the sidewalk but am halted by the driver of the car. The girl had chosen that even though she was in too much of a hurry to wait 5 seconds until I got on the sidewalk she had just cleared her schedule to take time to bitch me out. She started screaming something about how could I hit her window, (which I didn't) why don't I get off the road, (which I had already done), and who the fuck did I think I was (only Michael Lorenzo, no biggie). She then went on to ask me if I knew who she was, I said no, she asked it another 4 or 5 times and my reply was that I didn't want to know she was. She finished this conversation by promising to find out where I lived and come after me. I wondered how a girl in the middle of Little Italy in a Honda civic had such resources but the fact that I had a couple whiskey drinks in me helped me not think too much about it. I think she was still yelling as I walked away.

We finished this day by freshening up, which for Ryan meant passing out on the floor since he decided to chug his liquor drinks, which I followed by giving him a small glass of vodka. I tell him its Vodka and he drinks it and goes 'this isn't water'. I reply with "I know I just told you it was vodka", he questions the validity of the statement so I tell him that 'yeah its water with a little bit of pee in it'. He wouldn't realize until 2 hours later that, yes, it was vodka, and that he was told it was vodka before he gulped it down.

We went to the East village, where Ryan passed out while waiting for his burrito at this Mexican place. Thank the Lord he was wearing sunglasses, even though it was way past sunset. Next we went down to another bar called Niagra, we drank hard here, somehow, thanks to Frank ended up with 3 girls sitting with us. Got their #'s then headed off to go shower and get our party on. We went to a place called Suba, which was really impressive, but we didn't get there till almost 2 a.m. Next we took Ryan to SCORES to get him a birthday lap dance. The girls we had met earlier had gone to bed early, and we were left to stare at titties all night long. Very costly venture.

Night ended after the bartendress let me know I shouldn't close my tab with a Red Bull Vodka since it would cost me $27.50, I took her advice and grabbed a beer instead. The thanks was in the tip.

A week has come and gone since I last posted here. In the meantime I've spent some hours on the beach here in Miami and flew up to New York to party my ass off for five days. Also taking some moments to do some much needed shopping to bolster the wardrobe. Yes, New York is expensive, its true, but there are definitely good deals to be had and not only in Chinatown.

I would like to mention before I start that I am totally unprepared to deal with 90+ degree temperatures, but I seem to live at the mouth of Hell. Their should be a law that if the temperature reaches over 90 degrees any day in September we should all be allowed to walk around naked. And also be provided with areas to freshen up before entering buildings. I haven't thought of any specifics for these 'stations', someone needs to get on that though.

I'm going to have to spend sometime back-logging as much as I can. I'll try to spend more time on what the pictures don't cover. The photos are little less than half loaded onto the net, I'll link them at the end, even though they're going to be updated tonight. School has started, yes it deserves its own post, but I'll wait till I have something to be ticked off about before entering that one.

I arrived to New York on Thursday night on the same flight as my friend Ryan and walked over to the other terminal to meet up with my other two friends that came on the trip but on a different flight, Brian and Frank. I felt bad for Ryan, he had to carry his bag on his neck, apparently he hasn't upgraded to a luggage piece that has wheels on it. He didn't complain too much though, kudos. From the airport we went straight to my sister's place where we went through the intros and all that and then walked a few blocks down to this French restaurant that stays open 24hours. Fantastic right, but let me get this out of the way now so living in Miami feels better, no one can sell alcohol past 4am by law. But it wasn't 4 in the morning yet so we all had different types of Belgian beers, since the French can't make beer. I had a Duvel myself, quite tasty, Frank's beer tasted the best though, Brian had something that tasted like carbonated Hi-C.

My sister took us down to Union Square, which was just a few more blocks down. There is a bar in the park that is open only in the summer but it closed before we got there, since it must've been past 2 or close to it at this point. We walked with my sister back and then headed back out not knowing exactly where we were going. We walked down Broadway past the park, only ran into a couple gay clubs, found an Neo-Irish pub with the help of two young ladies and proceeded to get our drink on in there. The place was nice, but the crowd was thinning before we even showed up. The best part is that they let us sit there for as long as we wanted and the one bartender left showed no attitude about us being the only ones left to serve. Nice change from back home. After the bar we walked back to the park and stared at Skateboarders for a bit and ventured over to this place called Coffeeshop, also open 24hrs. My sister had mentioned that all the waitresses were part time models there so we thought it would be a great place to finish our first night. Here is where we find out that alcohol isn't served past 4.

It took a while to get over this fact and we pondered drinking in the park, but we all thought it was better to not get arrested this early into the trip. The next day would be rough so we headed back to bed. All together a slow night but at least we got to see a little bit and were able to get adjusted to New York nightlife, if just a shade.

I have to go to class now, I take back what I said about the link for the photos.

The sky is blue and so are my shoes.

Another night that will begin with chicken wings and beer. I have now figured out what gets me going.

These past two days have been pretty uneventful, but I'm on vacation and this is the part of it I have allocated to be relaxing. Got some good naps in the past two days and I was able to motivate myself to run today. Perhaps sub-consciously I'm rewarding myself for running by going out for chicken wings, no it cant be, I would want and get chicken wings either way.

Tomorrow is a big day of packing and getting ready to leave for New York. I'm going to do my best to squeeze as many things as possible into the day. Maybe kick start myself into an early morning, doubt it, but I'll try. Either way there shouldn't be a night worth of drinking and partying preceding it to hold me back.

Right now I'm thinking about the book I've been reading, for a while now, mind you. It says something about the one's own view of self worth in regards to how they pursue they opposite sex. Something about the negative connotations of going after someone who wants you, rather than you wanting them. It talks more in the context of going after women that would be easy to attain. I'm going to have to remember to put it in here.

Beach excursions prove to be the my highest aspirations. Sun on skin equals me being happy it seems. Yet going hand in hand is getting chicken wings after. I have realized in three days what I want to do when I get old. Its to go to the beach and eat chicken wings with beer. Sure it sounds superficial and petty but I'll work for the right to live petty. Nothing petty about finding happiness.

Ok so the stuff that matters.

I got paid by my internship. It always to find a surprise at the end of a job done and its even better when that surprise will pay for the trip you planned on taking before you came up with how you were going to pay for it. Seems for me that the desire to travel is the only thing that precedes my need to be rational. No, it isn't like I got this fat check that is going to buy me and my friends Asian hookers till kingdom come but at least now I know that not only is money not something to worry about, which it already was but that I have one less thing to accomplish upon returning. In summary- cha-ching!

Another high point on a great feeling day was the ability to swoop into my other job and before I can mention that I'm going to be taking the next week and a half off I'm told that they're surprised to see me. It was already understood that I would be absent for the time I was about to mention to them. I should worry about how I'm gonna start losing but why not focus on the fact I keep winning.

Couldn't get in touch with the lady I'm trying to convince to give my friend a job. She was in a closed door meeting when I went to go see her, remained like that for another 45 minutes before I resolved to just phone it in. That didn't work either, she never picked up. I guess this is my loss for the day, but it would require me to feel bad that my friend needs a job. Fuck needs.

Hopefully by tomorrow I will be able to make a critical statement regarding the acclaimed roller coaster ride known as Alien vs. Predator. Yes, I could probably do better things with my money. Like give it to a crackhead just to watch them get messed up, but I figure this way I'm only encouraging violence among aliens and not crackheads upon themselves. Who knows I might not want to play that card out yet.

This is where it comes full circle and rests on my once-friend Casey the crackhead who made great chicken wings. He was a chef, mentioned it every 10 seconds, but more as a reminder to himself that he really was cooking chicken and not imagining it. Most crackheads are imagining that they're cooking chicken wings, few are as fortunate as Casey, he really had God's gift to man. I'll never forget you Casey with every case of the chicken shits I'll ever get. I'll make sure this is the last time I talk about crackheads, its tough, I love them, they're the clowns of my generation.

The clock is creeping past 4 a.m. and I'm driving home, getting real close to being done driving for the day. So I'm listening to Dredg passing 107th on 8th street and I get to one of those idiotic lights between 107 th and the turnpike that connects Sweetwater to the rest of civilization. I only mention that about Sweetwater b/c it is a town that was established by ex-carnies, carnies being people who work in carnivals, if you don't believe me ask my mother. Anyways I'm stopped at one of these lights and I'm trying to get the attention of the girl in the Navigator next to me. No, this isn't some last ditch effort to secure some ass before I call it a night, she only had her emergency lights on and I wanted to tell her in case she didn't know.

Well, she's not having any of it. She's doing her best to look straight ahead and floors it once the light turns green I try to keep up but figure its not worth it especially at this time at night. I keep driving down 8th street passing the turnpike and I begin to notice a car is flashing their headlights at me, following closely as I speed down the street. The car keeps flashing its lights as I'm pulling away and gets into the turning lane at 132nd as if to follow me off the main street.

I turn and wait for this Saturn to catch up so I can see what the big deal is that this guy has to delay my arrival to slumberland. He pulls up next to me, and after all the trouble he's gone through and is probably now going out of his way to follow me comes up with this whopper of a question, which he repeats a few times as I fail to see the importance of lowering me radio, "Do you think your a bad ass?".

That's what he asks. I was being followed and annoyed all this time to be give a survey on my appropriation of self worth. My response is "what are you talking about?" All this genius of diplomacy can say is the same question a few more times and then go on about how I was driving fast and switching lanes. Sure I could have interjected here and explained to him that everything he was mentioning was part of the driving process but I chose to stare at him as he went on to tell me how he could have been a cop, and then what would I have done.

My only response to this guy was, "but you're not." Which I followed by shifting into 1st and driving away. I could see his mouth still moving as I drove off. He punctuated his civilian driving citation by speeding past me, cutting me off and then stopping short so he could make a turn.

I'm home now, obviously safe and removed from the whole ordeal but I'm still left wondering what was wrong with this guy. God is testing me apparently, hopefully he'll send more tactful messengers next time.

Speaking about God I want to mention the fact that Hurricane Charley happened to make the weirdest shift to the right which caused it to miss Tampa. The hand of God played a major force in my weekend. I was supposed to go to Punta Gorda today, yet somehow this obscure place that has never been mentioned in any national news was hit directly and hardest by the hurricane. Something is keeping me away from Punta Gorda, now I'm more determined than ever to go there.

Word of advice, I seem to have highly strange/unfortunate things happening around me, so I seem to be emitting bad joojoo, everyone might be better staying away from me. Let's hope it wears off before my trip to New York, I don't want that city to get destroyed too before I get there.

It is now officially my favorite time of the year. No not Christmas, not my birthday, not festivus, but officially Hurricane-is-on-its-way day. You never know when exactly one will pop up in the blessed season but when they do you hold onto it like if it was your patio furniture being blown away by updrafts. But that's what you have a pool for, so you can throw your patio furniture in it, but I digress.

Its probably not going to hit, actually I can almost guarantee that nothing serious is going to happen but we'll all act like the end of the world is coming, which is completely reasonable if you think about it. The end of the world will only happen once, right? So why should we deprive ourselves the experience, if we can simulate it many times over won't we know how to enjoy the real thing when it happens? I think so, that's why I always have my looting boots ready to go by mid July.

Either way all this means in real world terms is that less people will be at the grove tonight if it starts raining even a little. If it doesn't rain, as usually happens right before a storm, even more people will be out at the bars than usual b/c they probably don't have to go to work tomorrow. I will probably of those. Its great how some things in nature give you this little buffer zone to either be the grasshopper or the ant.

I'm referring to the fable everyone is told about how the ant prepared for winter and the grasshopper ate shit, then he paid for it when he froze over and had to sell his legs to a rollie pollie that was starting some progressive-new age band that had chirps as a main theme.

So I get to be the grasshopper and go nuts all night, then wake up to a gloomy day where clouds always seem to form the phrase "GO BACK TO BED" in the sky. Nothing like getting over a hangover while a hurricane hits, everyone should try it. Should be on one of those 'things to do before you die- All out party as natural disasters await imminently.

By not having to go to work tomorrow this means that today is the last day of my internship, unofficially, seeing as how my evaluation was meant for Friday. I should have more to say on the fact that I've spent 12 weeks at this job but I have found that this experience on the surface was like most other jobs in that you have to try hard to stay motivated and there are constantly things going on that can annoy you if you let them. I'm happy I did it, no regrets, only thanks that I was able to do it.

I'm feeling woozy. Word of the day = woozy.

Baby it aint over til its over.

That was this weekends motto, but I'm going to refrain from detailing it to the extent that I did for the previous weekend. Here's the short version- bartended a wedding reception, celebrated a friends 21st birthday, sat in a hot tub for 2.5 hours, cleaned my car, partied at a club, went to the casino, got entertained at a strip club, went drinking, played some music, ate with the 'rental unit, finally got some sleep. Other than last night I got about 4 hours of sleep this weekend, which is great b/c I was able to stay up and party for much longer than usual or should be possible. I guess I shouldn't look at it like if I accomplished anything.

I finally bartended, which has to be my highlight of the weekend, if just for the quick easy money I made. I probably didn't make the best drinks I could have, but I received zero complaints, and many many tips.

This week is my final week at my internship. Its been great learned a lot, saw how hard it is to remain motivated and in tune with what's needed of me at work. I know that I would like to do this type of work post-graduation. It should be something to hold me over in order to have some income to pay off my loans. I'm pretty sure I'm going to try to get another internship during the spring semester so that way I can add to my repetoire.

For the most part I've come to the conclusion that there is a very high chance I will work on a cruise ship at some point soon after graduation. The experience as of right now seems attractive to me. I'm going to look more into this, of course, before making a decision. It would be a good way to turn my bartending certification into a life changing experience.

I'm going to write another post today, after I look into what is going into the world today.

Today, as the noon hour approaches, there are three things on my mind. First is the fact that I finally get to bartend a party this weekend. Secondly, I need to start putting together some type of plans as to where and when I'll be taking a vacation. Lastly is the fact the the girl I share my office with is so fucking annoying when she talks. Also I got a little movie reviewing at the end

Regarding the vacation it doesn't seem that I will have any real plans until next week. My hopes are to go to all or either of three places- Maine, New York, and Puerto Rico. The first and the last one depend on other people. To go to Maine I would need my friend Peter to go, and he's going up this weekend and should be able to give me answer by the time he gets back. If we do go it would be great. I would be able to see some friends I haven't seen in a couple months and I would be able to relax in one of the most serene settings I have ever witnessed. Sure having good memories of the place helps a lot in wanting to go back but the prospects of making even better ones is what's really motivating me, plus the fact I want to get away from home asap.

If I go to New York, it would be real easy. All I would need to do is buy a plane ticket and get on the plane, the rest I can figure out once I get there. Due to the fact that there are a million and then another million things to do there I can be pretty open ended towards my plans. Sure, I would be alone for the majority of the trip but what does that change.

Puerto Rico would be the hardest to get done for two reasons. It depends on having enough money, this is the easier factor to overcome, and on my friend James putting some stuff together. Now I've seen James put things together but I can't really say that they have involved me more than a couple times. He's also grown incredibly undependable so it might be futile to even pursue this option. He's got a lot on his plate now and I wouldn't expect him to put any effort into it even if he didn't have such a busy schedule. He's a great friend and I wouldn't want any of this to discount from that. This trip would preferably happen during the Labor Day holiday. In the end I see myself vacationing in Key West or around that area.

Regarding now the third point I made about the girl I share offices with. She's nice, and doesn't try stack work on me or leave me out to dry or anything of that sort. Its just that she, like myself, is Hispanic, which entails that she talks loudly and in the most annoying voice she can muster as soon as she is on the phone. I try as hard as I can for it not to bother me but obviously I'm failing. Oh my god she's whistling 'jingle all the way' right now. I wish I knew what annoying quirk I have that constantly annoys others. Sure I'm aware of the shitty stuff I do to people but I can't think of some noise or voice that I put on that is so utterly annoying.

I guess annoyance is like beauty and art, in that its in the eye of the beholder, but in this case it's in my ears instead. Maybe if she had the capacity to pay attention to more than one thing at once, but she doesn't so I doubt she comprehends annoyance to others while thinking about whistling, or staring at a screen, or singing in a bad voice. The fact that I have to repeat every question I ask her 5 times, not b/c of any language barrier but only b/c she is incapable of paying attention.

If you can't tell I'm looking forward to ending this internship. The works great, the environment on the other hand, well, I figure an opinion can be formed on that by now by what I have written so far. I'll leave with this, everything she's asked a question her first response is- huh? -classic I tell you.

Lastly, I'm going to be bartending a party this Friday. I'm pretty excited since it will be the first time I get a chance to bartend and can start getting some experience. Later today I am going to go to the bartending school to practice up some and buy a kit so I'll be over prepared for this shindig. It also seems like this Friday is as busy or even worse than last Friday's escapades. My friend is turning 21 so I'll have a party at the beach to go run to as soon as I get out of my bartending job.

A guy who looks too much Charlton Heston just walked in.

Before I finish I would like to give a brief movie review. Last night I went to go see The Village but ended up seeing Harold and Kumar go to White Castle instead. One would think that such a movie would be better suited for renting not shelling out 7 bucks for. Now that I have seen it I must say it was well worth it. I couldn't stop laughing, the things they go through are ridiculous yet you never get a sense that this would never happen. Its all tied together very neatly, you have to enjoy that in a stoner movie b/c it never happens. People who have seen The Village have told me its not that great, the ending makes up for it, its dumb and so on. I don't feel any of those things about my two new smoking buddies Harold and Kumar. If you want to laugh its a must see.

I should mention today is my father's 55 birthday. I think it worked out nicely that we were able to share milestone birthdays in the same year. I got him a book, which isn't much in most circles but what its got inside is really important. The book is called For The New Intellectual by Ayn Rand, its a philosophy book so don't read it if you're looking for a fun time.

Saturday didn't start to different than most weekend- waking up in another person's house, feeling incredibly grogged out, trying to put together a plan as to getting rid of what feels like a fat Korean chick sitting on my head -the usual.

Once I had a bowl and could get going we off to go to the music festival for the day. We were going to the Vans Warped tour, and it was more out of necessity to see live music than for any band in particular. Other than Atmosphere that is, but we missed their performance since someone thought it would be great to put one of the most compelling bands on their lineup @ 11:45 am. That fact helped me realize the concert was put together for teenagers who had not yet found the joy in staying out longer than the sun could keep away.

We were off, but we had to go to another house so one of group could change out of jeans and into something a bit more appropriate for the concert. To make this part of the story shorter, he chose to wear sandals to a punk rock concert. Maybe all those outings to hippie concerts had led him to believe this was normal but by the end of the night when only 7 1/2 of his original toenails remained, all he could think about was the penny size chunk of his foot that was missing. Shit happens, right?

As soon as we got to a close vicinity we had to find somewhere to unload the keg and begin tailgating. Here we found another sign we were a bit older than most, no one was tailgating. We made friends with the people passing by, endured a small shower, and somehow did not disturb the people who lived in the house we decided to park our car on their lawn. We were sure someone was going to tell us something about drinking on the front lawn of some one else's house. Thankfully it didn't happen, but I know I would never want to live in a place where people can drink on my lawn w/o my consent.

The concert was good, other than the rain, but I was able to avoid the bigger storm by becoming friends with some suicide hotline promoters that let me sit under their tent as the monsoon passed. I was so incredibly overheated from the band I had just seen, Flogging Molly, I think I passed out for a little bit sitting in one of their chairs. I enjoyed it though, it helped recharge my batteries, and it wasn't like I was about to go dance in the rain.

Here's a listing of the best performances that Saturday. Keep in mind that I was unable to see atmosphere, which who was I wanted to see primarily.
1. Flogging Molly - they generated more heat in everyone than a bad case of explosive diarrhea
2. Billy Talent- didn't know them outside of their single, soon realized they weren't eating shit.
3. NOFX- good, could be better if the lead singer did two things 1. forget politics 2. lose weight.
4. Opiate 4 the Masses- unknown but still try harder than most.
5. Bad Religion- their large amount of songs helps people forget their 40-something.

We were close to death by the end, and even more importantly out of clean clothes, but we still had the keg we brought with us so hope wasn't lost. As soon as we were able to relax for a bit and wash up- oh and of course- some whiskey and sprites chased with some rips we were ready to venture out again. Dinner consisted of the hottest wings the bar could serve and then a chicken sandwich that was doused in more hot sauce than the wings were. Earlier in the day I had managed to get some food in me only minutes before Flogging Molly took the stage. It was a slab of chicken drenched in bbq sauce. You can imagine where I spent the earlier part of Sunday.

That was Saturday. Its Monday, my arms still hurt from the concert. Sunday up next but nothing really happened on Sunday, only good news.

Looking towards this weekend I expected to have a good time, but I say that with confidence now b/c I went through it. More importantly it was good. Sundays are great for reflection.

Back on Thursdays things weren't looking so bright, I felt closer to a sense of doom, but it doesn't take much to get messed up and I rather be a ghost and let things pass through me.

I can even say that the news was telling good things, or at least I was only hearing about the good things. Everything on the news is petty so I'll take the trades made by the baseball team as being the best thing that happened down here.

Went to a party at my friends place. Hadn't been to his new place yet, and came away quite impressed. Even more impressing was the prospect of having 5 females move in to the other part of the house. That location just moved up the list of prime joints. Yes, for that reason alone. Either way its a cool place and not in a bad location. I have an idea of where I'd want to live if I have to stay any longer in this God forsaken city.

Tracking back now, the party was great, and only b/c we left the party if it makes any sense. Some people came that I had no idea who they were, they end up working with one of the guys living in the house. Know you have little factions each doing their own thing under the umbrella of keg beer. Some left to the bars in the grove, which always seems inevitable. The ones that stayed back buckled down and began finding ways to get the alcohol down in the fastest and largest amounts possible. This went on for about an hour then one of the guys who works with my friend pulls out some harder liquor and starts getting everyone revved up.

There was this one guy, a Puerto Rican, that was louder than the rest. As soon as I met him he began talking about a party upstate he had been where kegs ran in abundance and women rubbed their tits on blocks of ice as shots were poured down the ice through their cleavage into some extremely fortunate fellow's mouth. Yes, maybe a pointless story, but I, focusing on the important part, realized that I had just found out of the best possible way to take a shot. Whenever something moves up to any list it automatically makes it a red letter day.

So everyone is nice sloshed from the pace we've been going at so now the Puerto Rican says let's go to this club downtown. I don't remember thinking about whether I wanted to go I only recollect knowing I was going and getting in a car. I end up at one of the most energetic, incredibly loud, bar underneath a tree that is all lit up. Women everywhere, live band blaring out salsa y merengue, basically forcing women and men to shake their ass alike. All this under a tree on the edge of the water, snuck into a little slot of downtown. Highways, buildings, metro-rail lines, stars and the sky above gave the place of sense that everything outside wouldn't ever find out.

I'm getting drinks handed to me and told we'll be leaving soon. Sad, yes but, definitely now in the memory bank and I know that I can go there with someone else and make their night like it had made the time I was there so memorable.

Headed to the grove to hit some more bars, little did we realize it was only 3:30 and some bars (read: most) were closed, either way we stumble along and see this girl who we knew b/c she was with a friend of ours earlier when he stopped by the party. She spots us and starts asking us if we know where he is like if she was some small child, lost, looking for its mother. Kind've sad, really pathetic. He appears down across the street from some alley, and barrels down towards us across the street and runs into one of the members of our group, knocks his head into the Puerto Rican, who he doesn't know at all, and causes the Puerto Ricans nose to begin to bleed pretty bad. The guy has blood all over his face and the assailant begins to ask for napkins from the one place that has its door closed, totally ignoring the other three establishments next to it completely open.

That disaster only ran us over to the pizza stand as half our group began to shut down for the night. We ate and all that jazz the Puerto Rican, bald as ever, is asking young girls for their numbers, seemingly offering pizza in return. Amazing this tactic works, b/c he got her number and it was the real one, crucial.

From here we left to drop off what I thought was 'us' to the house we started from but I soon learned we only dropping 'them' off. Seems like I was going for the rest of the ride. We were off once again now just me and some Puerto Rican dude I had met perhaps 3 hours before. Now it was over to the beach to go to some clubs that never close. Even more energy, women, and flashing lights than before, it appeared the night was never going to end. After a while there I finally made it back to where I could fall asleep. The day was way longer than I had ever prepared myself for, and even better yet, more than I should have put myself through. I still had the music festival to go to the next day.

That was Friday, today is Sunday, and my bones are aching from Saturday still, a lot mind you. Things only got better form here. I'll have to write Saturday in another post.