Night Out

I've just returned from a night out with my brother. I shall blog while the memories are fresh and the alcohol still swims in my blood.

The night started at some angmoh-ran chilli crab place that is really unimpressive to me. Everyone else thought the place was cool and the food was good. And yar, it's far too pricey and unappetizing to me. Bland food, equally bland conversation. Double minus.

I did have some quail egg shots which were gross (the egg was squishy and liquid) and reassuringly warm. Interesting.

Later as we trotted around the meatpacking district we saw some blond lesbian couple making out. Typical.

Lots of short skirts in the cool weather. Everyone is probably warmed up by alcohol. Expected.

After checking out a couple of lounges, we settled for some overcrowded lounge where I chatted with an old man who was from Israel. Everyone else thought he was trying to hit on me. -_-. Uninterested.

I had this conversation with my brother:
Him: So, you look kind of... shocked.
Me: It's okay.
Him: So do you think it's like the Catcher in the Rye word....? What is it...
Me: Phony.
Him: Oh, yes.
Me: No, not phony. It's meaningless.
Him: (exclaiming with his hands waved apart) You mean hanging out with friends.. This is meaningless? *look of mock horror*
Me: (rolls eyes)

Side note: Am I the only one who notices that we are the only bunch of Asians in the meatpacking district? Ah, I guess I'm the only one in Psych and learning all about culture differences.

After some cocktail drink of some sort we proceeded to someone's place to wait around and ended up watching tv. My brother decided not to follow some guys to a party so he came home with me soon after. Thankfully it was a decent 2 blocks walk from my apartment and I managed to get home before 1am.

Conclusion: Poorer than ever. It feels like paying to watch human interaction and group dynamics. Rather amusing at times. Education is expensive.

Oh, and maybe alcohol is needed to null the pain of being in NYC. That's for another blog. I so wanted to blog about it, but decided to write about this first.