I don’t like you if you don’t tip, if you don’t have money to tip, please stay home and drink there. I have to pay rent, too.
I’m not racist, but-
*Cue impulse to never leave the house and speak in public again*
3. Attacks From The Gaza Strip Are A Part Of Life
Most clubs are crammed so tight that you can’t move, be it to dance or just navigate to the bar or restroom. Everyone is bumping into everyone, drinking are spilling everywhere, and at some point, you will either have your drink knocked out or you will knock someone else’s out.
“We’ll stay in touch”
7:00PM: You’re standing in the middle of your room, staring at your closet, wondering WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE GOING TO WEAR.
Every once in a while, you’ll go out with a bunch of your friends and spend the night dancing in the basement of some Lower East Side bar like you don’t have a problem or a care in the world.
We were in love and lust and it was too short.
Yet, tonight, as my time in the city comes to a close, I didn’t feel jealousy. I sort of felt nothing.