For the third recession summer in a row here are some of my feelings on:
Tequila Shots
On nights that you have to take care of friends, you must be sure to keep an open mind. Not the kind of openness that agrees to three rounds of tequila shots when you’re all five beers deep a piece. If you’re the one mind that’s second guessing then you will almost surely be the battling traffic when the running and screaming in the street starts.
Drink Tickets and DJ’s
Free drink tickets are eagerly sought after from the DJ. At almost any set that they spin someone that they’re “tight” with will ask for some. What many fail to communicate on that invite is that they are clutching four for themselves and three for a few lucky inner circle-ers. The last one is for extreme necessity or bartering near closing time. Don’t ever stress the DJ for tickets, its straight better just to leave the joint – if you can’t pay – after the joint.
On Waiting In Club Lines
Never assume that if there is line, and you’re on the list, that you are going to get in. I’m talking to guys. The bouncer is always going to think that you look like Jessica Rabbit in those heels ladies. Dudes, play it cool and assert your discontent at merely being invited ant the bouncer, who is tuck there all week, will concur with the banality of nightlife shown in your sentiment and let you in secretly wishing he had your ability to choose.
Out Of Town Audacity
A friend of mine who now is a successful company owner told me a story that involved a pizza slice, his then-girlfriend and a drunk out of town idiot. Apparently on a warm evening at Nino’s on 8th and A, a drunken money flashing entitled bastard ogled my friends’ girls’ boobs and made fun of his skateboard – dude was alone. My boy just copped a fresh slice and didn’t waste a minute applying it to the asshole’s face. NY 2 Visitor 0.
