NYC Adventures Cont'd

Last full day in the city and it was AWESOME.
Of course. What else is expected out of this town?

Last night had the potential of turning horribly sour.
I decided to not be a Negative Nancy and just join the group to the damn bar hopping.
It was ok. I wasn't in too great of a mood because my stomach was hating me for eating pizza and ice cream in such short notice.
Also, the bar was full. Yes, it was full with a skewed number of boys to girls... in my favor... and the boys WERE very cute (that's what I've noticed here. The men are beautiful creatures... most of them... even the damn construction workers, for crying out loud. How the fuck is that possible?), but as we all know, the moment boys pay attention to me, I do the opposite of what a NORMAL girl would do, and I turn into a mean-muggin cunt (why do I do that? I don't know. I love self-sabotage?).
I was also upset because I wanted to be doing something outside... you know, not something like sitting at a bar, drinking something that would only further upset my tummy.
So as I was standing there, watching my sister and her friends drink and be social, I stood there, damning the day my parents decided to copulate and procreate me.
Goddamn weakass combination you two came up with... look at me!
I was also trying my best to make boys dislike me and NOT approach me. However, it appears New York boys like bitch-looking girls with NO liquor in their hands, because I had to shoo away three different dudes.
Just when I thought I was going to be dealing with a fourth, I turned around to see what tool was grabbing me by my elbow, and I saw it was Pacemaker.
Me: PACEMAKER! HOW THE FUCK DID YOU FIND ME?!
Pacemaker: Your sister's check-in on Facebook. The best way to get stalkers, dude.

Once Pacemaker saw how upset and uncomfortable I was in the bar, she took me out.
Pacemaker: Come on, let's go to the Empire State Building. They close at 1AM.
Me: YES!!!!
I was out of that club so fast, I tripped out the front door.

So I went to the Empire State Building... with Pacemaker and no D.

After being in complete awe for an hour up at the top of the building:

We decided to see Times Square.
It was completely deserted... only a few kids celebrating prom... so it was nearly PERFECT.

I was being a jerkoff and took the photo all stupid.
I found a Wallgreens that sold $2 1.5L bottles of water... and I was elated. In all the photos Pacemaker took of me, I'm standing right there, huge smile, huge water jug in my hand.

Anyway, since my day ended at 2AM, I decided I was going to stay with Pacemaker, and we then had a much needed slumber-party-esque pow-wow session.
I was a happy camper come morning, I returned "home" to change, and we all left as a huge gang to get some legit NYC-style bagels. What did I get? LOX! Wooo!
I'd have photos of this day, but since I slept at Pacemaker's place, I had no time to charge my phone, so my phone was dead the entire time.
Anyway, we ate the bagels at a park, headed to the MET once that was done... and I was just... I doubt I've ever been so happy.
I saw a few exhibits before seeing the main attraction: Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty.
It was... SO good. It gave me goosebumps from start to finish (there was one particularly BEAUTIFUL piece that nearly had me in tears. Strange, because I HATE showing emotion in public). I was so impressed, I purchased a book, a BADASS book of his collection. The cover is this hologram of McQueens' face which turns to a steel skull once you move it:

kind of see his real face

SPOOOOKY!

Just awesome, I tell you.
Anyway, from there we met up with one of D's Spain friends, a boy who brought a lot of comic relief to a somewhat tense situation because we were all tired, hot, hungry... you name it... and since this kid had fresh feet, he was still cool.
We went to check out Central Park... and Jesus... was that... it was awesome... but I was ready to kill myself after 20 minutes.
We were there for HOURS. I guess the best part was the Strawberry Fields portion. We sat by the makeshift memorial for a couple of minutes... I even sang along to a portion of my favorite Beatles song (Norwegian Wood).
When we finally left the park, it was for the rest of the gang to have hotdogs while I fought the urge to barf with the smell (I'm acting like a pregnant lady, I know).
I was upset by now, but D wanted to go to Times Square... so Pacemaker parted ways, and I joined the rest of the gang to Times Square... a very packed Times Square.
By now... I was ready to stab anyone who touched me... or spoke to me.
Each time I heard tourists speak French, I'd very loudly say "Fuck FRANCE!"
Obviously, I become incredibly pleasant when tired and irritated.
I almost cried once they asked me if I was ok.
NO! I WISH THIS WHOLE TIMES SQUARE SHIT HAD NEVER HAPPENED!
They knew how to cheer me up... because they took me to an All-Peanutbutter restaurant in Greenwich Village.
I was happy... but when we left... and as we went further down the road... I read a sign... I saw a beautiful building... what was it?
NYU.
NYU!
THE ENGLISH DEPARTMENT OF NYU!
I wanted to cry.
As we walked some more, we were further into NYU, like the foreign language part, which is BEAUTIFUL... and it was like someone was stabbing my heart.
Sister: God, even I want to cry now because you didn't get into NYU... this place is AMAZING!
Me: KILL ME!!!!!!!!!!

Well, there were many more shenanigans... like being down at Rockefeller Plaza and doing more touristy shit and fighting and then eating Halal... going into five different porn shops looking for "I <3 NY" condoms, seeing the "Friends" apartment complex...
but I'm tired and sleepy... and I have to get up early tomorrow to stuff my face some more before I head out on that train ride to Princeton, where I'm sure my suicidal tendencies will make their return.
So... until then...
buh bye.