Forest Hills, Queens, April 6, 2006 - One of the great things about living in New York City is being able to go out to a bar or restaurant or party and not having to worry about driving afterward. Whether you're drunk or just tired, it's always easy to get home. Of course, just like everywhere else, when the party is at your next-door neighbor's house, it's even easier. No paying for a cab, no waiting for a subway, just stay as long as you're welcome...
So our neighbors threw a "Growing Up Gotti"-themed party. I, like most of the guys, showed up ready for a night of clubbing in a snazzy tracksuit, wifebeater tank top, gold chain, cross, gelled hair. The gals' choice of costumes were a bit more varied, but they almost all included big hair ("Staten Island Mall hair" as one guest put it) and fake nails (shown here.)
So it was a great night of fun costumes and fantastic homemade Italian food. Plus karaoke, for some reason. Maybe they needed to get us back in case we wanted to go home early. That wasn't a problem for me - the traditional Italian juice-sized wine glasses are deceptively small.
So after about a hundred little glasses of chianti, I was ready to stay until the birds were nearly up. The last time I stayed up that late was the last time our other neighbors had a big blow-out party. And just like that time, while I had a great Saturday night, I spent Sunday on the couch cursing the fact that it's so easy to get home from a neighbor's party. For if I had to drive, I would have been smarter and switched to Pepsi much much earlier.
Oh well, live and learn. Or not learn. One of the terrible things about living in New York City is being able to go out to a bar or restaurant or party and not having to worry about driving afterward.