soda fountain

i think my blog life sounds like all i do is ride the subway to and from work and eat out. which is half-true maybe. i do fun stuff, too. but most of my entertainment (aside from the non-new york, but still quite magical time spent with my s or shopping for christmas presents online) is listening to subway riders (less so now thanks to my ohmyGOSHsocool iPod touch) and going to restaurants. i was starting to worry that i was as boring as they come, so when my darling friend jay invited me out, i took the chance. i should note, i like meeting new people and making new friends, but i am totally intimidated by meeting new people (perhaps latent middle school anxiety), and i happened to know from facebook photos that these people were significantly hipper than i. but i still wanted to meet them. it ended up being a lot of fun. we had drinks, which i like. i feel like a real adult when i get to "go out for drinks" with friends. jay ordered "a really, really dirty martini," and sounded like such a pro that she had all of us fooled (the girl had never had a really, really dirty martini. they taste like olive juice, and that's about it.) soda bar (whoever koku k is must have been there at the same time as us. the dj was fun, but the other room played johnny cash, peggy lee and then some weird angry techno mash-up that was too incongruous to be enjoyed) was a good place to hang out with people who just wanted to drink and talk. i think the other room was for dancing; we mostly sat on the couch drinking and talking. it was pretty empty when we got there at 9:30-ish, but by the time s arrived around midnight, it was so full the bouncer wouldn't let him in. it was a pretty good brooklyn crowd--just scruffy enough, but not so hipster that i felt like i needed a shower (and thus had no street cred for desiring that shower. i'm no baby terrorist.) i would like to go back, especially for what sounds like a pretty good happy hour. next time we'll take a car though; that hour-long walk home in the twenty degrees of one am was a little rough.