Puke, Porn, and Puppets

Ahhh, first full day back in New York City after a vacation, and what a day it was. My friend Alison was in town visiting along with her friend Viviane from Florida. After her sleeping in and me putting in a half day at work, we met up at the Irish Rouge pub for lunch and cocktails. Allison and I tried out the Long Island ice teas before switching to martinis which were on special for $4. Well a couple of cocktails turned into several. I think I only had three drinks (because I was talking the most and therefore could not drink as fast) but Allison put away two ice teas and five martinis while Viviane had at least four martinis. We headed back to my nearby apartment to freshen up before heading out again. Allison rushed to the restroom and threw up in my toilet. Viviane kept telling her she smelled like puke so Allison chugged two wine coolers I had around (see previous blog entry). Allison mentioned that all of her friends looked alike (Rachel, Kristen, and me). We dug out some pictures of Rachel and I together, and Allison started getting emotional because she could not tell us apart. Okay I admit, Rachel is my almost identical twin. When we first met at new years last year, I was like "you look like me" and she said the same, etc. Anyway, it was funny to see Allison freak out and shout "is this Rachel or is this you! I cannot tell!".

As if the afternoon didn’t already have enough entertainment, the three of us headed over to the Museum of Sex. Now this was the highlight of the day (well at least for Allison and me). Imagine being buzzed and then watching porn for three hours. I’m sure the other museum goers were like “they reek of booze and they are not reading the exhibit material at all”. They had lots of 1930’s silent film porn that was shot in black and white and with dialog cards (think seriously old movies). It was awesome! Allison and I decided they could have a very profitable side business if they had guy & girl hookers at the museum exit.

Yes the story continues. After being ushered out of the museum (closing time), Allison and I went to the Broadway musical “Avenue Q”. I had heard rave reviews from all my friends and boy did it not disappoint. The songs pointed out common thoughts that are usually not openly expressed because they make us look selfish or shameful. For example some songs were “it sucks to be me”, “everyone is a little bit racist”, “the internet is for porn”, and “I take joy in other people’s misery”. Ah ha ha, so true. Anyway the puppet sex looked quite real. My personal favorite characters were the bad idea bears. For those who have seen this play, please forgive me for now saying “YEAH!” all the time.

After the play, we met Farrell and Brean out for drinks. Allison had learned her lesson and quietly drank water all night. Around midnight, she told me she didn’t feel well and was going to head back to my place early. I was only ten minutes behind her (I had to finish my drink), but I missed out on a very funny sight. I guess she was walking and suddenly had an urge to puke (again) even though she only was drinking water. She saw a potted plant on the sidewalk and decided that was her best out. I am so impressed because she didn’t even break stride when she leaned down and yaked in to the plant before taking off again.

Here are some pictures while walking around town. I admit I was tipsy at the time so excuse the blurriness.