No Checks and Balances in NYC -- my social life

I heard that one of my friends told another friend that New York is scary. My initial reaction was yeah, but you have to be safe right? s

Except she wasn't fearful for her safety. She was fearful of the possiblities.

You see according to her there are no checks in balances. Apparently a man ran dow nthe street in a Batman costume and no one even looked at him. She thought this was strange. Cuz anywhere else folks would've laughed at him, pointed, or whispered at least. Not so here. People got stuff to do. And that's the thing. In NYC you can be yourself and there is something for everyone because no one is really worried about what you are doing

So . . . I've been trying to get in where I fit in, except I don't remember anymore. Law school can change you. I think i've become boring. Or gained an appreciation for the finer things in life . . .like sleep, good friends and sleep. Before law school I was cool, or at least I thought of myself that way. I had hobbies. Things I enjoyed. I don't remember what they are, and that's tough.

Things I know I don't enjoy:

Clubs
Long Lines outside of clubs or anywhere
Boring people
Expensive food that tastes bad
snobby people w/no personality
people that have stopped growing
dry conversation
Expensive bar tabs
self-important people
too much rap music

The first weekend I was here, my roommates and I hung out at a rooftop bar/lounge of a cool hotel downtown. BEE A YOO TIFUL, except a cocktail started @ $20. I guess you pay for the ambiance sometimes. But I decided not to and kinda worried about that being rude, you know not having a drink when everyone else is drinking. But, I quickly got over it.

Another weekend, we hung out with a Swedish man that owns art galleries. We hit up a ultra-exclusive lounge, so exclusive that I don't know the name. Ooooh, I saw Solange and a WASP-ylady that had to be 7o years old. She was decked in her Chanel suit, complete with those crazy glasses. I felt as though I was at the center of a Vogue social hour. Except it wasn't vogue to me. The art collection was spectacular. Several Picassos and some other notable artwork. I forgot the names of the artists. The music again was that European techno stuff. I can only take it in doses. Next spot that not was another place full of rich, self-important people. The Swede had friends there, that had a table w/bottle service. I met Oprah's alleged godson/stylist. That was how he introduced himself to me. I politely introduced myself to him too. "I'm __________, I'm an Assistant District Attorney." He loved it. He loves women doing their thing. I told him, that he must be in love with me then, huh? Also @ our table -- Evan Ross and a bunch of other dudes and beautiful girls that no one was talking too.

to be continued . . .