I've just had the craziest night! It didn't even start until after midnight. So technically, it's been a crazy morning. I went to meet up with Buddy and his friends in the West Village. After standing in line for 15 minutes, I made my way into the club to find Buddy flirting with a young lady. So, I had to entertain myself. I looked behind me and saw a nice young man, and introduced myself. I told him that I needed to make new friends since mine was busy trying to land tail. He invited me to hang out with him and his two other friends. Apparently, they were out to help one of the guys get over his recent break-up. Lucky for me, all three guys were good-looking. I ended up hanging out with them for an hour or so. Then, we decided to hit up a hookah bar in Alphabet City. I traded in Buddy for three new friends and hopped into a taxi with my new gang. I smoked apple flavored tobacco until I got high and taught two of the boys how to dance Meringue. At 4am, the lounge closed and we left for home- me to Battery Park and the boys back to the Bronx.

With the sun beginning to light the sky, I began my short walk from the subway station to my building, when I stumbled across a young man passed out on a busy street, laying in vomit. I kicked him gently to see if he was alive. "Sir? Are you okay?" I asked as he barely opened his unfocused eyes. I made several attempts to put him in a taxi. After 3 drivers rejected the barely conscious customer and several attempts to find out his name and where he lives, I called an ambulance to come get him. While waiting for the ambulance, the half-conscious young man began vomiting. In response, I began to dry heave-- nearly puking myself. After a half-hour and another call to 9-1-1, an officer approached to find out the situation. After he kicked the vomit-covered guy and sent him stumbling aimlessly by the highway, he asked me out. Wow, the help you get in New York City is amazing! After the officer (but definitely not a gentleman) assured me that he would notify dispatch to cancel the ambulance, I heard the sirens and saw the swirling lights. (Note to self: NEVER get hurt or sick in the city! And if I do, don't expect timely care-- or any care for that matter.)

It is now 7am. I am getting ready to go to an after-hours club with my crazy roommate. Not sure if I'm gona make it. I am SO ready for a nap!