This weekend was pretty crazy. This wild tale began with what happened last weekend. Last Saturday, we met a couple at this Italian Mafioso-looking restaurant in Little Italy – a place where the walls are decorated with hanging photos of celebrity Italians like Al Pachino and Tony Danza – a place where Tony Soprano would hang out and get his canoli on with his fellow guidos – you know, “leave the gun, take the canoli.” And damn do they make a good canoli. Anyway, the people that we met seem friendly enough and we decided to meet up this Saturday to go bar hopping and clubbing. I just want to note that I haven’t gone “clubbing” in like years. The only reason I went out was because it was to celebrate the completion of my Bschool applications.
We met our new friends at the same Italian restaurant and proceeded from there. We started with dinner at a Vietnamese restaurant (one of my favorites), then headed to a sports bar to pre-game for the night. It was no surprise that the girls were comfortable and chatting it up right off the bat, but after a couple of drinks, the guys were having just as much fun. If you didn’t know by now, alcohol is the perfect social lubricant. After some drinks and a few rounds of patron shots, we went clubbing. I can’t recall too much of what happened or where we went since I was pretty wacked out myself – the night was pretty much a blur. But I do remember that for whatever reason, we ended up at a gay bar/club in the East Village. And when I mean gay, I mean really gay! There were naked guys wearing nothing but g-strings dancing on podiums and drag queens everywhere. I think they must’ve played “it’s raining men” like five times. As a guy living in Chelsea, the so-call gay neighborhood of NYC and who is secure in my own sexuality, this club was as gay as it can get – not that there’s anything wrong with that. But I did feel more comfortable with the girls around to protect us…hehe. And throughout the night, I lost count of how many times I had my butt pinched and my crotch grabbed. But it was all in good fun, I think. By the end of the night, I didn’t get home till like 3AM, a very late night for me in a very long time – not since my college days I think. I’m not as young as I use to be : (. I would post the photos that we took that night if it wasn’t for the fact that they are a bit too raunchy and scandolous. So sorry, no visual aid this time. And by the way, I still can’t get the stupid club stamp off the back of my hand.
I also have been watching the World Series of Poker, specifically the game of Texas Hold’em – a game that I play and have been told on a few occasions, enjoy a bit too much. The guy that I was rooting for was Steven Begleiter, an ex-Bearn Stearns guys. Begs said that if it wasn’t for Bear Stearns collapsing, he would never have had the time to enter the tournament and make it this far. But unfortunately, he was knocked out by a pair of aces and placed 6th overall. But he did take home approximately $1.6mio which is not a bad return on his $10K buy-in. Kudos to him! As for me, if money wasn’t an issue, becoming a professional poker player and trying to win a poker bracelet would be one of my goals. One can dream right?
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