My evening started as being my bff’s plus one to a launch party at MILK studio with an open bar.  Dangerous; very dangerous.  It’s not all that often that I find myself at these parties, but they’re always fun to go to, and typically laden with fashion-savvy gorgeous (and 75% gay) men.  This event, by far, had the HIGHEST amount of attractive men I’ve ever seen in one place.  My God, it was phenomenal.  Did I talk with any of them?  No, but the eye candy was the perfect complement to my vodka on the rocks.  

That portion of the night ended when I had to meet with one of the blind dates I’d had earlier in the week, the Yale-bound, closeted Gossip Girl fan.  He conveniently picked a spot close to my place, though the original bar we wanted to go to was packed, so we hopped around a bit before settling on a bar that I’ve now begun frequenting.  The same bartender was there and greeted me like an old friend, asking if I was behaving myself and if I’d once again like some pinot grigio.  I really should stop bringing dates there, as several days earlier I’d been in there with the Parisian.  Hmm anyways, we both got a Magners and about halfway through I announced I needed some food if we wanted to continue on drinking.  Mamoun’s was the decision, although I was the only one eating, and since it has such limited seating, I suggested we go to Wash Sq Park… I also suggested we get beer to take with us.  Seemed like a cutesy date thing at the time, but let’s be honest, my better judgement had long since slipped away earlier in the evening.  After grabbing some 24 oz Miller Lites in a bodega (classy, as always), we walked into the park and planted ourselves in the grassy area.  We kissed a little bit, then I began on my falafel and started downing my beer.  Maybe 10 minutes after we’d been there, two cops start walking up to us.  I had absolutely no defense… 

cop #1: Hey, how’s it going?

me: Pretty good.  Yourself?

cop #1: Good, good.  So what are you drinking?

me: Um, miller lite…

cop #2: Well, unfortunately it’s illegal to drink in public… and fortunately, the fine’s only $25.

me: Really?  Even in the park? (yes, how embarrassing)

cop #1: Uhh, yes.  

They grab our ID’s, walk away to write the tickets in the light, gathered more of their police friends and walked back over to us.  The new cop gives us the run-down on how/where to pay, etc, then

cop #2: So, miller lite, huh?

me: Yeah, but I really would’ve gotten something better had I known there were going to be repercussions.

…no laughter…

cop #1: Well, it’s a nice night, so you guys can sit out here and finish them, and if any other cops come up, just tell them we already took care of it.

That was nice of them, I’ll admit, but what would’ve been even nicer is if they had taken our beers and disregarded the ticket.  I wonder if it would’ve been a different outcome had I been sitting with Jenn and not my date…  Anyways, I kept apologizing to A, but in the end, we were both laughing about it.  We went back to my place, I made him sit through an episode of The City (he has patience), then we went to bed.  He woke me up this morning, talked to me while I got ready for work, then we rode the train together until his stop.  It was nice… I almost felt like I had a boyfriend for a little bit there, especially since he was holding my hand and kissed me goodbye when he got off the train.  I actually really like him, but he is going to Europe for a month, and will only be in the city a month or so after that since he’s moving to CT.  I really shouldn’t be thinking about the future though… Lord knows I’m nowhere ready to settle down with someone, especially when it would be long distance. I’ll go with it for now, and if nothing else, maybe I’ll get some postcards from Europe.