Sunday 3rd – Packing Meat

This weekend was yet another 8am starter weekend, and whilst I was given Saturday night off, on Sunday I worked a full 13 hour day. However, having vowed not to drink the night before work again (for a while) on Thursday, and knowing that I had the day off on Monday, it was important to make the most of Sunday night and go out and have fun.
The advantage of going out in Manhattan is that everyone usually waits quite late in the evening before going out. So even though I didn’t finish work til 11pm, I still had time to have a couple of beers, get a lift to Mineola train station, and get a train then a taxi to the meatpacking district in Manhattan, arriving there at about half past twelve.
I got the train into the city with Julia (one of the Russian girls – awkward!) and once we arrived in the meatpacking district, we were planning to head towards whichever club Gill and Kirsty had decided on going to. But the problem was Julia’s age. She’s only 20 (not a problem at home, but a massive one here!). Thankfully though, we’d met a couple of locals on the train called Mark and Britney who were up for a night out with us, so we just did some ID swapping, and smuggled the illegal foreigner into the club.

The place we chose reminded me of Revs back at home, but with far more atmosphere. And the drinks were twice the price (the cheapest drinks were $11). We danced, drunk, chatted and laughed until about 3am, when we started to get hungry. So Gill, Kirsty and I headed off in search of a takeaway. We walked for what seemed like miles until we found a street vendor that sold us some disgusting burgers and chicken pitas. Looking for somewhere warm to sit and eat them was easy, as there was a bank just around the corner from us. And at most American banks, there’s a separate room at the front of the building that houses the ATMs. The one we found had a partly carpeted floor, and nice warm air-con on. We only decided that it was time to leave when we all started falling asleep. Whilst I’m fine sleeping on a subway through Manhattan, I felt that a glass walled bank room where we were on view to all of Manhattan (and probably the bank’s security) would not be an ideal place to sleep. So we trundled back to Club 1 to pick up Julia and say goodbye to Mark and Britney (passing a takeaway on the way I’ll point out). This was at about 4am. Two taxis and two trains later and I got to bed. At 6am.
Thank God I had Monday off.

Oh speaking of which, on Monday I played golf for the first time since I’ve been here. Me and Cam went to the range for half an hour, before playing two holes and giving up.