Friday — woot, woot!

I found five bucks! Twice! I’m not even joking. The first time was on Canal where all the bootleg and souvenir shops are. I told some people at WSN later that night when we were there for our meeting, and I mentioned that I hoped I didn’t get herpes from it. So later I went with Ashley and a couple other people to a dance party [where I did not dance] and it was hard to hear over the music. So we’re all talking and I thought a guy we went with asked me if I had herpes, because apparently I was that worried about it. Hahaha, he actually asked me if I had roommates. Good story.

Oh and then on the way to the WSN meeting, a guy in front of me in the crosswalk dropped five bucks, so I gave it back to him. I think he was surprised.

But now I can legitimately add “And then I found five bucks” to any boring story. My life is complete.

So yes, Friday night someone had a dance party. It was fun; she had a really nice tri-level apartment in a really nice building on Second Avenue, below 17^th Street. We walked from Ashley and her roommate’s apartment, and one of the crosswalk signs put both signs up at once, more than once. In case I’m not being clear: the hand and the little guy were both lit up at the same time, and it was like that both times we passed that particular crosswalk, so it was not a one-time fluke. Maybe it’s a one-time defect crosswalk sign. Unless both means something that none of the four of us knew. If it does, please tell me.

So then I just took the subway back to campus, instead of Canal, so I didn’t have to deal with certain undesirable places located near my building. And I took the embarrassing trolley back. [On a side note, I heard some girl the other day call them “the ones from San Francisco.” I thought, does everyone not know what a trolley is? Even if they don’t, she’s still retarded, because it says trolley on the side! No joke.]

So anyway, I was the only one on the trolley at like 2 a.m. and you have to cut across Spring Street to start going south on Lafayette. There’s a bar/restaurant on Spring and some guys smoking outside [blech! But they were foreign! :)] could apparently see inside the trolley. One of them was waving at me to come out and have a drink with them, and I was just shaking my head and laughing, feeling really lame for sitting on a bright purple trolley with New York University scrawled across the side. But I got home safely — bonus! :)

And I think that’s all my adventures for Friday.