I reluctantly agreed and the three gays in the group broke off to do our own thing. ![]() Not because I didn’t want to go, but because I knew it would extend my night by at least three hours. Just as I was about to leave I got a text from my friend sitting across the table, “Gay bar?” My heart sank. A few of them dipped out which I took as a signal that it was time to make an Irish exit. Shortly after arriving I could tell people were starting to fade. Despite it all, I decided to make the trek. ![]() Going from the west side to the east side at night is like crossing the Atlantic Ocean- it takes forever, it’s dark, and the risk isn’t worth the reward. Which for those of you who are unaware is an absolute bitch to travel to. To make matters worse we were going to the East Village. I wanted to go home but dreaded having to do the whole awkward goodbye thing so much that I decided to stay out. Keep in mind that at this point it’s 10:00 PM, wayyyy later than my usual bedtime. ![]() Two hours later everyone showed up and we enjoyed a round before leaving to explore various other drinking establishments. Once there, we invited more people who promised to meet us within the hour. We made our way across the street to an outdoor bar for some real drinks (Bud Light) and settled in. They ended up being so acidic (they were also $5) that we had to leave after one. We started at a Mexican place in the West Village around 6:30 for Margaritas.
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