Mission Free Drink

Do I not look my age? I know I look/sound young...but seriously?

Yesterday, I went to a bar. It's one of those really hipster bars that play retro-50/60's music. LOVE! I say "hipster" because it's right dab in the middle of NYU. How hipster can you get? Anyways, I wasn't sure if I wanted to go until my co-workers called me up and said, "let's hang out!" So i started to get changed. The only problem was that I didn't really care what I looked like and opted for comfort over style. Consequently, I wore an all black ensemble: blank tank, black bottoms, black boots. The only color I wore was my turquoise ring.

I left the house with one of my girls. My other friend and coworkers were going to meet us there. When I arrived there, my goal was to get a free drink. That's all I wanted...something free! I've heard of the whole "girls get free drinks" all the time, but it's never happened to me. Well, it's never happened a lot. So I was determined to walk away with a bought drink...fo real. The only problem is that you have to "warm" up to creepos. Unfortunately, that's a no-no for me. It's hard for me to be nice to ugly creepos...even if they are willing to buy me a drink. Why am I picky? Beggars can't be choosers.

Anyways, the bar is kinda cool. There is a bar in front and in the back there is a dance floor. The rooms are connected by a walkway. The music was amazing and we ended up dancing most of the night away. During the night, a ton of creepos tried to dance with us. The creepos bring about an onslought of facial expressions from me, most of which are looks of disgust. I don't think they notice until I stop dancing and move to another area of the dance floor. There was an instance where someone grabbed me and said, "hey baby...where are you going? don't you want to dance with me?" I replied, "NOOOOO, I don't like youuuuuuu," in possibly the loudest, whiniest voice I've heard in a long time. And I wonder why I don't get drinks. I'm one of the hardest girls to pick up.

Around 1.30, my friends started arriving: 1 girlfriend, 2 co-workers + his 2 housemates. So 3 of us would hit the dance floor because, honestly, who doesn't love retro music? I think it was 2 or 3 that the next onslaught of guys came. It was so weird because I was pulled in 3 different directiosn. All at the same time... a really tall (Italian?) guy, a duo (jewish and another white guy), and an Asian duo came up to my group. I was so confused about what was happening that I literally looked bewildered and lost. My two friends started talking to the White duo and I got dragged into the Asian mix (go figure). And that's when I got my drink. SUCCESS!! How'd I do it? It went down like this:

Unsuspecting Asian Guy (UAG): How are you?
JUDY (J): Drinkless =]
UAG: Me too! Want to buy me something?
J: I don't even have one...why would I buy you something?
UAG: Cause it's the 21st century. Women are working.
J: I'm not working. That means I'm poor. You should buy me a drink instead.
UAG: Hahahaha
J: I'm not kidding. hahahaha

That was the easiest thing I did that night. The reason why I gave UAG a chance was because his friend played creepo for him and pushed me towards UAG. Whatever....Mission free drink accomplished.

He's a really nice. What made me really laugh was when he asked in all seriousness, "Are you Mexican?" Do I look Mexican? What's funny is that it wasn't the first time I've been asked that. He was also convinced I was 18 because I was little. Good things come in small packages...it doesn't mean we're all underage.

This was so bizarre, but I had a really great time. I didnt get back home until...5.30? We didn't even realize it was that late until we looked down at our phones to check the time. Darn it Brooklyn!