new york city!?!?!?! get a rope.....

i went up to NY for my vacation this past week and it was a rockin time as always with the Toga crew. moose and i decided it would be a good idea to go to new york city to catch a yankee game and check the sights. we got into the city around 4 in the afternoon and quickly caught a subway down to times square. NYC is effing fast!!!! moose and i are both tall guys, and typically when we walk in a crowd, we are the fastest walkers. also, i hate waiting for people, so i will just push through a crowd. NYC is a whole different story. i damn near got ran over by pedestrians!!! lights blinking, horns honking, people walking fast, subway doors closing on my limbs and not letting go = chaos. after dinner in times square we went to the up to the stadium to catch the yankee game. not only are moose and i tourists with a map in hand, pointing to places we have to etc., but now we are in the bronx, and clearly the minority. bumbling idiots, we walked down the street while crack addicts yelled obscenities at us, it was awesome. we made it to the game by the bottom of the second inning. our seats were in the absolute last row of the stadium. i only saw about 3 plays the entire game due to getting into conversation with people around us. we left in the bottom of the 8th inning, the yankees up 7-2, to go to some restaurant opening party. this turned out to be lame, so we left. by now, however, we are drunk, and have no idea where the hell we are. we walk down the street and i start asking people where a fun bar is. the first ten people didn't even ackowledge my existence. finally a guy just pointed and said two blocks up. we found the bar, and it turned out to be the one bar we had planned that we wanted to go to because they had beruit/beer pong tables there. moose and i got on a table and played all night, not losing a game. i remember checking my watch when we left, and it was 2:45. the next thing i remember is waking up in a trashed hotel room at 11. i heart time travel!!!!!! i have no idea how i managed to find the hotel. i guess that sometimes the best stories are those not remembered. i know i had fun during the times i remember, and since i still have all my limbs, i assume i had fun during the times i don't remember. moose somehow got lost in the train station on the way home and almost missed the train, the drive to toga complete with the worst hangover i have had in a really long time sucked ass. i got home, flopped on the couch and didn't pick my head off the pillow for the next 18 hours. i used to think that new orleans was evil enough to get the best of me, but now i know, it is NYC that is truely evil and is my arch nemesis. good times, great oldies.