the return of the mack...

Thank God. I finally resurrected my old self and got all dressed up to go partying last night. I even stayed out til 6 am. Maybe I'm not slowly dying inside like I've suspected. I might just be reawakening the party girl I used to be. I had an amazing time last night - went to a housewarming party in Astoria for my high school people. Then White Castle (I've never eaten there before! haha) followed by going back to Manhattan where we ran into the weirdest man ever. He was this 46 year old steelworker who was drunk as fuck and didn't know how to get back home. So he was bothering this girl who was also lost (trying to get to a booty call in Jersey - omglol) and she came over to us since we were normal and sane. Then that brought him over and we had to hear his whole life story practically. He also mentioned driving home, which fightened the hell out of me. Plus I was with high school BFF and he and I cannot keep our shit together around each other. We were pretty much laughing in this guy's face. It was ridiculous. Haha. Anyway, it was so good to see the high school crew and old BFF and just have a great night.

After the craziness in Astoria, we headed out to meet up with some of high school BFF's friends from college. Ended up at Vig 27, which was awesome, followed by really solid Indian food in Curry Hill. It was wonderful! =)

In boy news, I asked New Jersey out on Friday and was shot down. He cited the paper he was working on and said that he'd hit me up this week to hang out, but I'm not holding my breath on him. I have a date on Friday night, so I'm looking forward to that. He's 27, amazingly gorgeous, intelligent, driven, sexy, and Jamaican. So for all of you out there that think I only date white men =P

The cat lands on her feet again.