What a fun way to waste a Saturday Night

So tonight I was sitting around my room doing nothing, which is a boring way to spend a Saturday Night. And I was im-ing pride4u2 and that was fun but I needed todo something to avoid feeling like a giant loser. I went to the pub with some girls from my hall for a little while and figured that would be all I was doing tonight. But then we decided to go to New York City! For an hour. Basically we wandered around Times Square. It was awesome. I haven't had fun like that in awhile. I love being here because it means I can decide to go to New York on a whim and I can actually do it. I won't be doing it alone at night anytime soon but with people it would be awesome.

And I almost forgot the best part. While my friend and I were coming back (on the last train of the night) we got hit on by two drunk old guys. Why is this the best part you ask? Because they were like two living stereotypes. They were Italian. Their names were Tony and Mario. They had slicked back hair and were totally greasy. It was awesome. I think it's a quintessential experience and I'm so glad it happened. It isn't like they are ever going to find us. Hell, they probably won't even remember us.

But now I am tired. All this spontaneous adventure is wearing me out.