So, tonight, was a Thursday Night Out (TNO). We went to a little old Bvlgarian bar called Mahanut. This place was RAWRSOME. They had awesome live music, and a banging dj/dancefloor downstairs. Oh yea, and they had hookahs.
For most of the night we played a game where the objective was to try and stomp on someone’s foot while not stomping on your own. I think I won a few times, but I know for sure I lost once when some chick Marco was dancing with planted her pointy heel on my toe. Luckily she was light and it didn’t hurt for more than a second.
We also played the make-a-funny-face game. I think he was pretending to be Igor. Or perhaps Quasimodo?
This is actually the first TNO I’ve ever been to where I actually had the urge to dance. The music was that good. They had a nice mix of indie/gypsy/salsa… stuff. Some of the mixes I’d never heard the like of before… and I listen to alot of music. These are times when I’m glad I have an 80gb mp3 player. Time to go on a music hunting spree!
I actually debated going out tonight. I even entered the train stop to head back home. And here’s why. The location sucked for getting back home. I had to do a 4 transfer maneuver. J -> N -> 2 -> Dollar Cab. And it was POURING when I finally exited the subway.
Also, the dollar cab had its window either stuck open or open so that all the windows wouldnt fogged up… on the side where I was sitting. The driver flat out ignored me when I asked him if the window could go up. As a small revenge, I let his $2 fare get as thoroughly soaked as my arm and leg did.