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Well we get to Amy's apartment and call her again to confirm where the bar is. She tells becca (the one taking directions on the phone) where it is, and becca relays the directions to me: "EAST of amy's apartment, on christopher street between bleecker and west 3rd." I'm like "oh, i know where christopher street is... its west of here!" but becca insisted that amy said east, and im starting to doubt my geography... I dont come down in this neighborhood often so I could have my landmarks completely off. We start heading east, passing macdougal, sullivan, thompson, wooster, greene, mercer... We finally hit broadway, and at that point I think (outloud:) "um, after broadway it goes lafayette, 4th ave, bowery, 2nd ave, 1st ave, then A ave, B ave, C ave, D ave, and then its the river. Christopher is DEFINATELY not this way." We ask people walking along, and it turns out no one knows exactly where christopher is... they all mention "I think" and "maybe." So we start heading back west, and after asking many people, and 20-30 minutes of walking we finally make it to christopher street. Although it does intersect with bleecker, there is no sight of west 3rd, and more importantly, no sight of the bar. I tell becca to call amy AGAIN to confirm where this damn place is, and nonchalently amy informs us that its on THOMPSON ST!!! WHICH IS EXACTLY WHERE WE WERE!!
Remember that at this time both me and becca are carrying arround our HUGE dance bags cuz we had performed that night. But I disgress...
After another 30 minutes of walking, we finally get to this bar, which turns out is completely packed full, the waiters are yelling at me because I can't put my bag anywhere, the music is so loud we can't hear anyone... After 15 minutes I decide I can't take it so I duck out. Thank god a few others joined me, and eventually everyone who was in there exited. We decided to go to another bar, called 1849, which is just arround the block. We get there, and this place is much less full. However, when I try to get in, the bouncer doesn't allow me BECAUSE I CANT BRING A BAG! AGGG! Fortunately amy lived just arround the corner, so I dropped off my bags. We get back to the bar/club and its me, amy, and everett. everett and amy go in, but I'm not allowed in cuz "i don't have a date with me." wtf!? I finally convince him that the birthday that is being celebrated includes about 3 girls for every guy, so he lets me in.
At least inside was nice, I stayed until past 2am, we got the dance party going, it was GOOD. so all is well that ends well...
now I can't decide if its a) amy who cant GIVE directions, or b) becca who cant TAKE directions.
I think its the latter... |