My god when will I learn that the ladies of NYC are unutterably full shit?! I won't get into the gory deets, suffice it to say that my old logic still holds true. You must shave one off from the heard. And friends happen when they happen. The rest of it is just feeling around in the dark. I'm so hungover. I went to this cool bar last night called Union Pool. It was in Billyburg, and as much as I've been a hater toward the burg...it's actually alright.