rooftop party and a flasher
So my friend B. was having a small get together on his rooftop the other day. It was really nicely done… his apartment is amazing! The rooftop was overlooking the Hudson + the Meat Packing District… I so have forgotten how it feels to live in NYC!
The good news was that my ‘wife’ was gonna tag along as well! Whoohoo! It’s always fun when she comes out with us. Trouble… but fun.
So the party was great, lots of drinks and snowboard talk… gettin’ amped for season. Then the wife got the good news: some Navy Seals would come as well. She ♥ men in uniform [so if happen to be or know a fire fighter, ups delivery man , navy seal, police man... please drop me a line! I am taking applications]
Comes 3 o’clock, we are totally drunk ready to go home, so we are looking for a taxi. In the Meatpacking District… on a Saturday night… that was tough. Nevertheless, we were successful in securing a ride and then all of a sudden this [good looking] guy asks us where were going… he had to go to LIC and thats where we had to go as well, so we decided to share the cab [ = it's recession time... remember!]. Anyway, the guy jumps in the middle, big smile on his face and starts whispering to the wife. She’s giggling and I was kind of wondering what was being said that could be so funny… All of a sudden she starts to scream, or kind of like eeeeuw! Put that back, that is disgusting followed by a GET OUT… get out now. The dude is like no I want her to see it… so I look to the right and he’s showing his ‘little friend’. I was not impressed. It was a sad show.
We kicked him out of the car and forgot all about the sharing part, so he didn’t have to pay his half of the taxi ride. I guess that was a super creative alternative to the ‘oops I forgot my wallet’ excuse…






























