According to the Teen Wolf intern, Dylan O’Brien is super awkward and laughs after everything he says.
This was me when she told me:
But this was me inside:
I LOVE CUTE AWKWARD PEOPLE.
Well that was WIERD
Tonight was my first night on the town.
We got out around 10:30 and hopped the train to the East Village NYU dorm of one of my roommate’s old high school friends. Brooklyn Heights is a cute but relatively quiet area. By contrast, Saturday night in the East Village is full of young attractive people waiting in line for the bars, lining up around the liquor cases at the grocery store, and walking out of movie theaters. During the day the city belongs to the white collars and tourists, but at night it gives itself over to the youth. There’s this electrifying energy and mood in the air as if anything could happen. You look at the lit up Empire State Building and pinch yourself that you’re here.
The night started by “pregaming” with 100 proof rum at my roommate’s friend’s NYU dorm. Rum is my least favorite drink in the world and unfortunately there was no chaser. My roommate is the coolest gal and super friendly and nice to others. It’s no surprise she has a ton of friends because she really knows how to liven up a party and make everyone feel welcome. Her friend was also nice but a bit less friendly. As for the other folks, they had that typical East Coast Greek-life coldness. One of them playfully bragged that he had just projectile vomited before we got there. Good to know man! I attempted to engage the others in small talk but they seem to be more focused on their smart phones than getting to know new people. oy vey.
After a few drinks, the group decided to hit up a bar called The Brass Monkey. At NYU, guests have to give their ID to the guard and then they get it back once they leave. At the time we were leaving, there were a lot of other kids leaving too and many seemed to be intentionally giving the guards a hard time cause they weren’t going “fast enough” through the check-out process. The stupid frat boys we were with were the most impatient brats, yelling at the guards that the process was like airport security and it made me embarrassed to be associated with them.
We hopped a cab to the Meat Packing District around midnight and it’s equally as lively. Clubs and bars line the cobblestoned streets and each is packed with people. We pass by one bar and the sound of people talking seemed to create a wall of sound. Finally we reach our destination, The Brass Monkey. It’s a crowded claustrophobic mess of a place and everyone looks like they’re dressed for a frat party. woo hoo. You’re basically there to drink, be close to other human beings, and not too much else. It’s like the 6pm subway except you have the added stress of pretending like you’re enjoying yourself. They had a cool roof top deck area but no one wanted to stay up there cause there was no bar. I was feeling a bit out of the loop with the other people so I decided to head back. On the way out, I noticed some more frat boys heckling the bouncers. Is this a way for them to assert their manliness?
I was a bit scared to ride the subway back on my own especially since it wasn’t exactly a straight forward ride back, but it actually wasn’t scary at all. The subway during the day is just as crowded as the subway at 2 in the morning. The only difference is that it’s more talkative, alcohol-scented, and scantily-clad.
NYC is called the city that never sleeps for a reason and it was absolutely fascinating to see what life is like at night. It’s exciting and energetic and I definitely want to go out again. But perhaps not with that crowd lol.