The BIG apple

DUNCAN:

Nothing is more exciting then getting to leave work early on a Friday. Well, actually getting to leave work early on a Friday to cruise to the BIG APPLE
with all the homies is actually wayyyyyy sicker.

Matt and I both got off work at 1pm, and we met up--along with my roommate taylor who is a real sick kid--at this little sandwich spot near my work. After dropping $10 on a delicious sammy (matty made sure to fill his clear water cup up with coke--claiming that it should be against the law to charge more than $10 for a sandwich), we walked a few blocks to South Station where we were scheduled to meet up with our other roommate kirk, and embark on our journey to NYC.

We had debated for some time about which line to take, but we eventually decided on Megabus, and it was a pretty solid decision. Our bus was a double decker, had internet/power chargers, and we grabbed 4 seats in a row. Nommed some guys,

threw the headphones on, and mellowed ouutttttt.

We hit some traffic on the way down there, so our bus was late. We were supposed to get in around 6:30, but we didn't start rolling through Harlem until around 9. Once we finally got to our bus stop in the lower east side, we were greeted by what seemed like a storm that would end the world. The sky was soooo fucking black, and the wind was absolutely insanse. I guess there were actual tornado warnings--can you imagine how that would've ended?? But we ended up meeting with Diana, Clayton's girlfriend , who hooked us up with some keys and a pretty radical map of how to get to Brooklyn--where we were staying.

MATT:

After the start of "the day after tomorrow" or _________ (insert name of any bad disaster movie) experience right as we got in, we got on the subway and took it to Brooklyn. We got off the subway and looked like straight alcoholics running around asking any one and everyone where they sell liquor. I felt like an oxyhead in IV, o wait nevermind. That shit was no where to be found, we walked for about 15 minutes, eventually finding some super sweet liquor store. Picked up a liter of Mount Gay and some coke (the drink. jimmy and derek clam down). This was the first time that we had to utilize the iPhone 4 to stumble upon on mansion for the weekend. Duncans phone got more play this weekend than todds one and only pair of shoes.

The house we were staying at was super sick, brwonstone in the middle of downtown brooklyn $$$$$$$. so we got ready at the opposite of landon speed, pounded a few cocktails with the house sitters (super funy british dude and his lady) and hit the town at about 11:15. After a 5 minute subway ride into the city we arrived at Taylor's friends, a three bedroom DOPE apartment in the middle of the lower east side. The chicks house who we were at, Chelsea, had some guy friends over so our crew of 12 was assembled. Let me take a little time to tell you one thing i learned this weekend, saying the word FAGGOT is not socially acceptable. gays are everywhere and i kept getting awkward looks, woops. bunch of homos though for caring. Triple rainbow lovers!!

DUNCAN:

Well we started ripping some more shots, and about the time when all our shirts were getting pitted the fuck out (mind you it never got below 95 all weekend and this chicks apartment had no AC), we mobbed out and hit up this shitty dive bar. Had some drinks, and continued our bar hopping. Our crew slowly got smaller and smaller until it was just the A-Squad (@ARI.vela). Matt, this dude Addison, and I started talking to this bouncer at this club where there was a pretty fat line, and at first he was like "gimmer $60." matt basically told him FUCK YOU, and then "How are you not gonna let 3 great looking guys in." I'm not sure why, but this really resonated with him and he lifted the rope and we were in. The club was kinda wack, everyone else paid to get in, and by the time the rest of the crew was there we were over it.

We cruised next door to this pretty sick bar, but Kreutzer couldn't get in cuz he was wearing shorts (bJAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA). Finally he got in, and Matt and Kreutzer got into heated debate over who could ride the mechanical bull (yeah, they had a fucking mechanical bull) longer.

As you can see from the video, they both looked pretty ridiculous , and both managed to injure themselves. At around 4, we cruised to this shitty diner where Kreutzer almost got in a fight with this dude who was clowning on his shirt, ate some Matzoball soup, eggs, and panckakes, and eventually made it homeeee at around 5:30.

Night 1: GREAT SUCCESS.

MATT:

Day 2 started at around 3 pm when we woke up HUNG OVER wanting to do nothing more then spend the day in the air conditioned dark room we were in/dying in a deep dark cave. But knowing that wasn't an option seeing this was our only day in the city we rallied through it and found some ghetto little diner to eat bfast at. We all had 3 basic thoughts on our mind in the afternoon; 1. get to canal street and find some bootleg as stuff 2. Find some air conditioning 3. Find a sanitary bathroom (yadididaaaa). We left for the city and got off at canal street, instantly i saw at least 40 dudes who looked exactly like Hodji selling anything from fake ids, hand bags, and fake watches. i was on a mission to get a gucci watch, which was unsuccessful (they wanted 150$). Water was more popular than anything that day, it was 98 degrees (no relation to nick lachey) We all came away with some fresh gear, duncs got some fake ray bans that are super sick, i got a watch for 10$, and some random other shit. Then we had to get the fuck out of there...it was too hot and too many peeps trying to sell dreams like sandy.

We headed toward taylors apt and on our way we stopped at a little hole in the wall chinese massage place. I was like hoooorayyyyy happy endings, we had a man spa day. we each got 20 minute massages for 15$. best investment ever. then we cruised back to taylors buddies house and watch the coolest high movie ever, called Baraka. Think national geo meets planet earth mixed with shrooms. We were then all well rested and just starting to get over our hangover. One night in the big apple so we had to rally. After we bought 5 hour energys from a gun store...yeah wtf my thoughts exactly. We went into little italy and had a bomb dinner, and went home to begin the festivities.

DK: The second night began with some drinks, and then this genius plan to hit this posh club in the Meat packing district (yes, its a real place) that Cudi is often seen at called Avenu. We mobbed over there with Kreutzer's lady her sister, and the rest of the crew. The girls got right in, and we chatted with the bouncer for a sec, and realized to get in, we would all need to drop about $150 to get a bottle--so we BOUNCED. As we were leaving, it started pouring, and somehow I was the only one that got wet. shitty.

We started heading back to the lower east side, and stopped at this hipster/dance party club that was pretty radical. We drank a few Bud Heavy's, and cruised down to the basement where they were bumping some oldies. Danced a ton, and everyone was so gross and sweaty--super radical. As 4 AM was approaching, Matt and I started heading towards the subway, grabbed some blue gatorades, and went down to the train station.

It was no joke over 100 degrees down there, and we waited, and waited, and waited. Both our shirts were soaked with sweat, and after about 30 minutes down there, we saw these two huge rats about the size of a small cat. Matt tried to kill them with his gatorade bottle, but was unsuccessful. Finally our train came, and we watched these four black kids punk the shit out of this little guy by pushing him out of the train as the doors were closing. Poor kid was probably gonna be stuck waiting for the next train for at least another 45 minutes.

Summary: New York is sick as fuck, and moral of the story, if anyone gets a job offer or ever has the opportunity to live there, DO IT.