I try to be a drinker.

Alcohol and I don't mix.

I mean, I try to make it happen. After about 8 years of disastrous experimentation in college and then here in NYC, I've finally discovered that I can drink gin and tonics without too much trouble. But more than 2 1/2 and we have a problem. Tuesday night, I had 4 gin and tonics. And a shot of Patron. Which is why around 1:45 Wednesday morning, I was standing on Houston Street vomming into the green patch around a little tree in the sidewalk near Ridge Street. To make this story even more awesome, a very nice guy was walking me home and I don't know if you've ever had to say, "Hey I'm going to throw up right now can you please turn around and not watch or listen? Thanks!!" but it's REALLY embarrassing.

But I did have a really fun night that included great company, fun secret NY places, and a new friendship with a doorman at one of those secret places that I'm hoping will guarantee me entrance anytime I want to go there.