Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new record. The record of having the most people stay in a hotel room over the maximum occupancy limit. We broke that record this weekend at the Le Grand Residences at the Sutton Place Hotel. Ten people to a 2-person suite. Fantastic.
I must admit, though, the sleeping place was precociously limited. That air mattress of mine should be a requirement the next time we do something like that.
We all gathered in suite 1912 for our celebration of Devlin's birthday. I wish I had more time to take advantage of the amenities but alas, I chose to study. Nam and Alex apparently had a ball with the sauna and swimming pool. I mistakenly told them there would be a whirlpool but I was looking at the wrong 'Le Grand' hotel on the web. I owe you guys a homemade whirlpool in my bathtub. Bubbles, swirls and all. After we had some of that delicious cake, we left Nam and Alex at the hotel to their own devices (and the seven or so bottles of booze I brought) and went to Distrikt nightclub. Same ol', same ol' Asian night at Distrikt on a Friday night. Same crowd, same music, same fights, blah blah blah.
First rule of Drunk Club? Don't be the first one to pass out because you will get owned. And owned Alex did. Second rule? You upload those pictures on the web for the whole wide world to take a gander (and just for the record, I asked for his permission. I'm not a bitch... really. Although I did take all of the pictures).
We finally settled at about 5 am. This morning I had one mean hangover (still do). Ugh, what a day to leave my Tylenol at home. I woke up at 8 and I just had to take a shower. I give props to Whitney and Alex, whom I was sleeping between for putting up with my post-clubbing stench. Thanks for not pushing me to the floor, guys.
It was a really good (but exhausting) night. We went to Ginger for lunch before we split and I attempted to do some work at the library (shot to shit). A great beginning to my 2-week self-imposed ban from going out until exams are over. Time to get down to the nitty-gritty of the exams of my final year. Quelle horreur!