Napolean complex at its best.

When your Saturday night starts at 12am, which is basically Sunday, you can already assume you are not going to have as much as fun as you would have had, if you would have gotten your shit together a good three hours earlier. Fact. You'll still have fun, but a different kind of fun.
After being slumped on my couch an entire day, eating endlessly in a large Hanes t-shirt, and watching way too much reality TV, the only way to check I was still sane and capable of looking normal again, was to go out. We headed to The Jane to meet some friends. The Jane is a hard place to sum up. Its not a club but way too happening to be a lounge. The main room looks like a large living room filled with New Yorkers in their 20'-30's dancing on tables and every spot available on the floor. Everyone looks either coked up or way too drunk. Its very swanky, you kind of feel like you walked into a bar in Gatsbys times, yet more modern. The girls and guys are extremely desperate there. You can tell everyone is on the prowl in some way or another. Really makes you appreciate being married when you see these girls making laps around the room, hoping a suitable male will spot them out and let them ride for free on their tab all night. Even if it comes at the expense of them riding other things as well.
After a cigarette, some unattractive doorman on a power trip, decided two of the boys were too drunk to come back in. Ultimate embarrassment and totally not logical, as I have known these men my whole life and I have never seen them more in control and alert. The part of our group that was wasted and out of control,were the ones let back in. Maybe this Napoleon complex door man was jealous of their good looks and sexy wives. I laughed as I typed that, wishful thinking! After a few curse words at every door man there, we rounded up our troops and left with our heads held high. Their loss.
We walked the party over to the Gansevoort, and danced and drank and then danced a drank a little more. Im sorry, but The Gansevoort is the club of yesterday. Its become lame and touristy. At this point, our group was way too drunk to keep up with our surrounding, especially my husband for that matter. And all I wanted was some pizza.
After getting a 1000 calories worth of pizza we rolled our fat asses into bed and dozed off at like 5am. I guess you can call this a typical night in NYC.
- What to do today other then watch TV?