Man. It has been a pretty fun weekend. I went to some loft space in bushwick where you give them a suggested donation of of $7 and they let you drink as much as you want. Needless to say I had plenty. My friend Kai's band played too. They are fun, brit rock stuff. Check them out here.
Last night involved watching the final quarter of the Big 12 Championship and seeing OU kick Colorado's ass. Yeah, I didn't learn anything when I was in school there but we sure can win some football games. Then this guy I know that knows some investment banker, invited me and some other people to an investment banker party on park ave in some building called the Ascot. I wanted to fucking throw up. I hate rich people, not because they have more money than me, they just spend there money on such lame crap. Like a fucking tiny apartment in some crap ass building in a crap ass neighborhood. And since I wasn't wearing a striped shirt and slacks and wasn't clean shaven, they all looked at me like i was homeless. Which is kinda cool cause then none of them tried to talk to me. I apologize if anyone that reads this is an investment banker.
Fuck investment banking, fuck wall street, fuck striped shirts, fuck belvedere vodka, fuck stopping a party at 230 am, fuck half the keg left when you send everyone home, fuck haveing to go to bar becuase the party was OVER not because the party was out of booze, fuck the Ascot, fuck park ave, and fuck whatever fraternity they were in when the went to business school.
I'm not really that angry, i just felt like cursing. FUCK!
XOXO--Nate
Last night involved watching the final quarter of the Big 12 Championship and seeing OU kick Colorado's ass. Yeah, I didn't learn anything when I was in school there but we sure can win some football games. Then this guy I know that knows some investment banker, invited me and some other people to an investment banker party on park ave in some building called the Ascot. I wanted to fucking throw up. I hate rich people, not because they have more money than me, they just spend there money on such lame crap. Like a fucking tiny apartment in some crap ass building in a crap ass neighborhood. And since I wasn't wearing a striped shirt and slacks and wasn't clean shaven, they all looked at me like i was homeless. Which is kinda cool cause then none of them tried to talk to me. I apologize if anyone that reads this is an investment banker.
Fuck investment banking, fuck wall street, fuck striped shirts, fuck belvedere vodka, fuck stopping a party at 230 am, fuck half the keg left when you send everyone home, fuck haveing to go to bar becuase the party was OVER not because the party was out of booze, fuck the Ascot, fuck park ave, and fuck whatever fraternity they were in when the went to business school.
I'm not really that angry, i just felt like cursing. FUCK!
XOXO--Nate
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Yeah, my face is going to be all up in that party this weekend.