...The rest of my night

So this pizza place is filled to the brim with drunk Williamsburg hipsters. I felt a little out of place but when in Rome…

So this girl calls Jason’s phone. She tells him that she and some girlfriends are at trash bar and we should join them. We all finish our slices and head over to trash bar. When we get there I notice that this place is far more hipstery than I ever could have imagined. The back bar has karaoke where girls in oh so fashionable mullets are butchering Joan Jett and Amie Mann tunes. I drink red stripe and try to blend in. Alex and I are flirting our asses off at this point. I have my hand draped casually around his waist, under his shirt with my pinky linked around his belt buckle.

He whispers to me “why aren’t you the forward one.” I look at him directly in the eyes and say “I have no idea what on earth you’re talking about…” We almost made out right there in the awful hipster bar but we both restrained.

Eventually the bar closes. It’s 4am and Jason is still rearing to go. Plus now we have 4 tragically hip Williamsburg-ites with us who are looking to party. Earlier in the night a guy named Mark had given Jason his number and told him we should all come over to his place to hang. So Jason gives Mark a call and he tells us to come on over.

This is when the night gets dark…really dark. We get to Mark’s apartment. It’s cute, well decorated, fairly clean. He has two guitars, a shit load of records and some cool artwork all over. He and a few friends are hanging out on the couch, smoking cigarettes and chillin. One of the girls who was with us (not a hipster but a friend of Jason’s) suddenly proclaims that she’s gonna do some blow and anyone who would like to join may. Fuck. I anxiously take stock of the people who I am ultimately judging for doing such a dangerous drug. It’s pretty much everyone except me, Jason, Alex and Mark. I feel totally awkward and all I want to do is go home. Mark decides to play us some tunes he wrote. They were cute but not particularly good. We politely listened. Then he asked Alex, Jason and I all to play. We did, had a little sing-a-long and then realized that it was 5am and his neighbors were probably pissed. It’s about this time that the girl with the blow exclaims that she’s out of drugs and she’s calling “her friend” to come out and bring her some more. Double fuck!

Her “friend,” a tall Guido of a man comes to the apartment and makes himself comfortable. Guess we have another “chum” to hang out with. They all decide to go “party” in the bathroom. I avoided this situation at all costs. Alex and I are sitting on the couch, talking to Mark. This is when I notice that Mark, who has been sitting on the floor by me, has his hand on my ankle.

Jason goes into the bathroom to check on the hipster girls and the dealer. We’re kind of laughing at this whole situation but it’s a nervous, uncomfortable laugher. I can’t wait to go home..dude, Mark definitely has his hand on my leg while I have my hand very close to Alex’s inner thigh. What the hell is going on here.

I can’t exactly say what went on in the bathroom. Let’s just say it wasn’t legal and it wasn’t pretty. There was throwing up and there may have been some other fluids coming out…we don’t need to talk about that. The one girl who has invited her “friend” was so fucked up at this point. She comes out of the bathroom and she looks like a ghost. We sit her down but soon realize that isn’t going to cut it. Jason picks her up and brings her to Mark’s bed to lie down.

Alex and I are falling asleep at this point. After one brief snooze I look at him and say “this is going to sound way more forward than I mean it to be but do you want to come home with me to the city and sleep?” he said he would like to go to bed but he didn’t want to ditch Jason so maybe we could try to get everyone to leave at once. We do manage to rally the troups and get them out of Mark’s apartment. Before we leave Mark pulls me aside into his room. He says to me “I’m going to try to make it to Alex’s show on Monday but if I don’t I want to make sure I see you again.” Woah, cool, I’m such a stud…Then he asks “are you like with that guy?” I tell him no, that we’re just friends, which was totally the truth. Then he says “good, so I can kiss you” and he goes in for the kill. I get all stupid and nervous. Even though I like this guy, he’s interesting and cute, I don’t like the fact that I’m in his room with the door closed. I don’t want people to think there’s anything going on…okay I don’t want Alex to think there’s anything going on. So he looks at me quizzically and I tell him that I’m just there with my friends tonight but he should definitely call me sometime.

So we all finally depart Mark’s apartment together. What a gaggle of people we are. We have Jason, carrying our very very coked out friend, 4 hipster girls, a drug dealer and Alex and Me. The two of us lag behind. It’s light outside and if anyone comes up to the coked out bunch we don’t want to be associated with them.

We get to Jason’s apartment which is basically a crack den in of itself. Jason directs Alex and I to a tiny room, literally big enough for a mattress with matted sheets and one nasty pillow. He says “you guys can sleep here.” If there was any ambiguity about where Alex and I should have been going, it was all gone now. So we take our shoes off and giggle at this very awkward situation. This apartment is creeping both of out. So we lie down and I turn off the light. Because the room has no windows it is dark as shit in the room and consequently, scary as hell. We decide to leave the door cracked so light can be let it. You never know what might be scampering across the bed in the dark. Because the door was open we could hear all the drama that was going on outside. The girl was sick as shit and they were all congregated in the bathroom, anxiously awaiting the moment when she could puke her brains out until she fell asleep. I couldn’t take it.

Since it was 7am by this time I decided that the L train was probably running fine by now and I could easily get home. Nothing was going to happen with Alex and I. We both felt too gross from the night and our surroundings to even think about anything remotely sexual. I asked him if he would hate me if I went home and he said no. I offered one more time to have him come home with me but he declined on account of not wanting to move again.

I collected my things, said goodbye to the bathroom crew and made my way back home. It was a beautiful crisp morning and I actually felt great. This was one of the most bizarre and insane nights of my adult life and I won’t take it back for anything in the world.