After Party

D'Souza, despite his protests, showed up--post car accident. He got bored. He's not much for chit-chat. Just as the crowd as winding down...we headed to MePa for a quick drink as the bars shut down at 3:30am. Much to Tommy's chagrin, I left our meager abode at 3:20am for a night out with my man. As the house party wound down, the real party started up. Sadly our plan was completely spoiled by the fact that all the bars in MePa were at last call and thus failing to admit us. We rolled up to Pizza Bar--where a couple was practically copulating in the booth behind us, while the group of youngsters in the booth in front of us proceeded to seat 3 in a 2-person seat only to break the damn seat. The hipster girl landed with quite the thud and bruise on her face as she hit in falling from her seat via the formica table. Fun times. I sat innocently sipping my Cosmo watching D'Souza sip his scotch on the rocks chased by Amstel Light. Here I was again...with the guy and his Amstel Light. Here I was again at Pizza Bar in the Meatpacking District, late night, Manhattan.