Out In The East Village...

Last night I went into NYC for a get together with my Binghamton peoples because our friend Matt came over from across the pond.

Before meeting up with all of my college friends Justin, Erin and I went out to dinner at Caracas Arepa Bar (If you ever watched Throwdown With Bobby Flay on Food Network, it was featured on an episode) because they both insisted we did so. I hated it. I hated everything I ordered and it made me nauseous (Later on in the evening Erin admitted to me that she didn't like it either but promised Justin she wouldn't say anything to me). So I won't ever be going back there again.

After being nauseated, we walked over to St. Mark's Ale House because that is where we were meeting up with my friends. Slowly people trickled in and because of that we had to deal with an evil bitch waitress who threatened to kick us out of the table we got if some other customers walked in and wanted to sit there because apparently we had to order stuff from her not the bar (We got drinks at the bar and then the table cleared up so we took it). She found the need to threaten us but she didn't notice we said we'd order drinks from her, so she never brought over any kind of menu. After fifteen minutes of getting bitchface from this one waitress we flagged down another and asked for menus. Then the drinking began.

A handful of drinks in Liz decided that she was hungry, so we left the boys to guard the table and we walked over to Pommes Frites. The three of us stuffed our faces with fries and various dipping sauces then headed back to continue drinking with the boys.

Eventually everyone got there and we just hung out; drinking, singing, etc. We had a really good time. Unfortunately due to the crappy LIRR schedule once midnight hit we had to run back to Penn Station because no one wants to get stuck there for hours or ride the drunk train.