Fuck Danger Party

Last night was entertaining despite large amounts of suckiness. Since I've been semi-done with the semester I've been taking advantage of the freedom to actually do things. Last night Eric was supposed to have a party on his roof, but he canceled it due to the potential for rain which never materialized. We ended up going to this party that looked like it would be really awesome. I was supposedly in a 5-floor reclaimed strip club way downtown and was going to have dancers, fire shows, DJs, bands, etc. It was put on by these fucking pieces of shit called thedanger, who supposedly had put on pretty awesome parties in the past. I'm unconvinced.
On the way down there I took the chance and walked across a wet spot on the subway platform. This is dangerous because the source is generally up, but I didn't see any dripping, so I went for it. Right then a huge splash came down on my head and arm. Ugh, but usually it's just condensation from a pipe. Not this time. I smelled it, and AAAHHH, it was urine!! And I had to wait to get to the party before washing it off...
We got there just after midnight and there was this huge line. I need to learn to listen to my instincts in these situations, but we saw some people we know, so we got in line and waited for about 45 min. We got in and it wasn't immediately terrible. It was kind of crowded and smelled like paint, but there were hot girls dancing behind the bar and we could move. We went upstairs and suddenly I felt like I was in college again. It took several minutes to get up the stairs, and upstairs it was completely crowded and hot and the music sounded so shitty I couldn't tell if it would have even been any good on a decent system. The place was big, yet every space was way too small and people were crowded and jostling everywhere. I think the whole party was moving at once looking for a place that didn't suck. We found a dirty scaffold and sat there for awhile. We were there about 15 min and then they turned on the lights and informed us that the fire department was there and kicking everyone out, which I don't blame them because the place was a total death trap. Worse than any "underground" party I've ever been to, although they had a permit or whatever. I was so annoyed that I stole a roll of duct tape on the way out and then stood right in front of one of the organizers and talked about how that was the shittiest party I've been to in years and even a fucking child could do a better job. I was actually kind of glad to be kicked out b/c it gave me even more reason to talk shit about the terrible party. It also seems obvious that the scumbags knew they were getting shut down and quickly packed in a bunch of extra people to make more money. Fuck you danger party.
There were six of us, Brandy, me, J, two Irish dudes and a German girl and we decided that we were going to crash Eric's roof, even if he wasn't going to be there since most of us hadn't had a beer and we knew that even if a party wasn't going on there, we'd have a nice view (and Brandy and I would be close to home). After unsuccessfully searching for a minivan cab (or one that wasn't too big a pussy to take 6 people. Screw that guy), we got on a J train and headed over. Brandy had brought her new stripper shoes, which have flashing lights in them, and had been unfulfilled by the party, so she decided to do a little show on the pole in the train. We went through three stops, and each time some dudes would get on tired from a night of party, and then she would start dancing and they'd be like, "What the fuck?!?" A couple of them noticed the shoes before she danced, and then were like, "wow!" One dude exclaimed that he was on so many drugs and this was just too crazy. He came over to get a closer look and make sure it was actually happening and then spotted J's ridiculous white wig and said, "Woah, your hair is crazy man! I dropped a bunch of E! I love New York! I don't want to get off." At his stop he requested a hug and Brandy complied. He was a gentleman on E and didn't try to grab anything, just wanted a hug.
When we got to the roof it was not that great of a party, but the view wowed as usual, and there were a lot of hot girls. Brandy and I were a bit tired from all the adventure and a bit cold from the insane wind, so we bailed and got to bed around four.
Oh yeah, the bus ride home was also entertaining. There was this group of something like six black teens, probably middle school or freshman hootin' and hollerin' in the back and picking on each other, you know, teen shit. They were making a huge racket trying to decide where to get off and which train to take where. Everyone on the bus was grinning deep down, but you'd have to have been there to really get the funny. And I even scored a free transfer since it had been less than two hours since I had gotten on the J. Sweet.
On a side note, I completely embrace the use of 'like' as a quotation signifier, whatever that is called. It just sounds so much better than any of the alternatives in many cases, so prescriptivists be damned. As a filler though, blah!