On my social calendar following shabbas were two things: 1) Attending a showing of Ushpizin with Mt. Sinai at Lincoln Center Plaza (or something like that) at 8, followed by 2) stopping at my fellow Columbusite's (a 'Columbusite' is someone from or who lives in Columbus (I'm thinking Ohio, but I suppose this term could extend to other Columbuses)), Sarah Nemzer's, belated birthday party.
The former event was nice, it went well, and I got to sit next to Zehava Krinsky, who was a cool person next to whom to sit, and I found the movie to be nice, worth my time, but not anything significant, per se, to me. After which, I made it over to the latter event, which had some people leaving as I was entering, but it was okay. My roommate, Meir, struck up a conversation with one of Sarah's roommates, Gail/Gayle, which lasted a little while, all the time of which I was feeling kind of tired and wanted to leave to go attend, or at least stop by, a birthday celebration of another Columbusite, who lives in the Heights, having lived on the floor below me last academic year. So, eventually, we made it there, though we stopped to say "hi" to another Columbusite (trust me, I rarely see Columbusites, so three or more in one night is truly a rarity) at a bar on the same block. Both bars, though especially the first one, was truly a cultural experience. As I generally neither go to clubs, nor bars, it struck me as to how these people were behaving. While it might have seemed fine to them, from someone leading a frum lifestyle, it was truly different.
Anyways, so we stopped in for about a dozen minutes, then left, hoping that Talia's Steakhouse would be a happening scene. Nope. There were maybe a dozen and a half people, and all were sitting in groups eating. Definitely nothing exciting. So Meir and I went back to the car. At this point, I was further tired than I had been previously. But, we go and pick up his sister, her two Montreal friends, and this other guy, Gideon, from Holland, living in Brussels, who's travelling in America for two and a half weeks. We then go driving around looking for the Meatpacking District, eventually finding some place and having drinks for a while. After all of that, we went back to the Heights.
I probably should have ended my night after the Talia's Steakhouse thing, as I was tired. However, I unfortunately ruined my Sunday (not that it has happened yet, but I just know it has) by staying out beyond when I should have.