|Let's call it the "what-the-fuck."|
So I just got up and changed back into nice clothes and put my contacts back in and was ready to go out. I didn't care if I didn't have anyone else because I don't ever have anyone else anymore. I hadn't gone out in NYC at all even though I've been 21 for a while, so it was about damn time that I got off my lazy ass and aimed to have the fun that I had every fucking night in Seoul.
I headed over to Lower East Side to a bar that Childish Gambino was spinning at for the night, but by the time I got there, there was a line. I waited 20 minutes and never got in because they just closed.
So I decided to go up to K-town and hit this new lounge that opened a month ago. I waited for the subway for about 10 minutes, but when I realized that it was already past 2am and I wouldn't make it up there until probably close to 3am when everyone's probably done, I just decided that I should just head home.
So home it was. I waited close to another 20 minutes until the train finally came. And now I am snuggled back up on my bean bag and kind of in the mood to watch American Wedding, but should I care more about my health and just go to bed instead of staying up for another 2 hours until 5am to watch a movie?
Maybe I just deserve to do something today after this completely failed night and life.