OK FINE. Nom, I'm sorry, but I'm replacing you as Regina George. Since this is happening less than 24 hours from now I am officially throwing down A Plan. The NYC TiB Meetup Round 2 will commence at my apartment at 9 (with a pre-meetup dinner with some Idiots happening at Katz's). We will drink cheaply on my roof, and everyone has to promise not to fall off it. Then, we'll walk over to Franklin Park (which is a bar, not a park). If there are other people who want to come but haven't met anyone before and feels weird going to my house, then they can meet us there. Those people should get in touch with either me, Nom, Cowbell, Pinkcup, Double You Tee Eff, or Ssycko to give one of us your number so we can let you know when we're heading over there. And then we'll take it from there. DONE.
Listen, Karen, we can always eventually wind up in Union Square. That's what can happen when we're young and free and in New York and we have our whole lives ahead of us. But I really wish you would just come clean and admit to all of us that you want to go to Union Square because you're hoping we'll run into your pimp again because the movie business ain't going so well and you've reconsidered his offer.
Instead of being creepy here in public, maybe you should do it the old fashioned way and just request to be facebook friends with some of them?
I don't think there was a single picture taken, sadly. But I have some good news to balance out the bad news: I found my bottle opener in my apartment today. I thought I was going to have to go back up to the roof to look for it.
I will say though, my first time sitting in a circle of people passing around a dick went better than I thought it would have.