well, i got dragged to lansdowne street to celebrate a friend’s birthday. i am still surprised with my patience to deal with that environment. it was some jazz bar and upon entrance, the first song they started singing was “i’m proud to be an american.” two of my friends had to restrain me from leaving immediately. but it turned out to be ok. the folks i was with consisted of my entire group from the lab, minus our professor, and a couple of friends of various people in the group. pretty entertaining crowd, particularly because everyone was TRASHED. well, the alcohol brought out the drama. two group members started getting it on, making another person in the group awefully jealous. another picked up some guys from the financial district because she wanted to avoid the first three. i turned into a slight mommy, even though i was hammered. a couple of guys grabbed me and i gave them evil looks – oh, how i loathe the suits without their jackets at a bar like this. the girls at the bar with their beaufont hairdoos glared at me in the bathroom. i made friends with the bartender because he pointed out that “we are on the same team.” ::laugh:: he was a trip and a half really, another financial guy who worked in the bar on fridays because he enjoyed the absurdity. we had a good time teasing one another. i was even able to take his stupid comments with immense humor – telling me that i had to stop dancing with the girls in my group because it was a family establishment and shit. he was really alright though.

another thing – living in environments like that is *fucking* expensive. holy shit. $1 T there, $7 entrance, $5 drinks, $12 cab to food, $8 food, $15 cab back to lab. fuck. i guess it’s why that street is filled with ibankers. ::sigh::