So there's four asians sitting on a roof...

So I finally decided to give in to conformity and start one of these things. I had the perfect night to write about too, but it seems a certain Barnard girl has already stolen my thunder. But no worries, there's still room for me to put in my two cents.

Thursday nites are always nights I go out with friends on, because the four of us all are fortunate enough to not have any classes scheduled Friday. After going out at around 5:30 for dinner with some other friends at a place called Burgers & Cupcakes on 9th Ave between 35th and 36th, I met up with Alice, Chihiro, and James at my apartment. First we headed to the top of the Empire State Building, which was fun, cold, touristy, but hardly the highlight of the night. After some major indecision from among the group, we then walked to K.Town for dinner, which was pretty much everything kimchi.

A little while after, we hopped on the subway down to City Hall and walked across the Brooklyn Bridge a little after midnight. It's a walk better taken at nighttime. At 1:30 in the morning, the group thought that it was far too early to be going home, and decided we should watch the sunrise. So we headed back to my apartment, stopping along the way to pick up a bunch of chocolate bars from a couple of 24 hr stores.

And soon we found ourselves on the roof of my building, all bundled up in hoodies and whatnot, wrapped in the blanket from my bed and sipping coffee (24 cups between the 4 of us) to battle the cold. At some point we found that when you're up at an ungodly hour, you become dazed to the point where things seem a lot funnier than they really are. Like when we got into the elevator to go to breakfast, and it took us about 5 minutes for someone to realize that we needed to push the "L" button to get to the lobby. And the elevator was filled with our outbursts of laughter, at the fact that we were all sooo out of it. And it also means that the next day you can only remember snippets of what even happened on that rooftop. So really all I remember is us randomly breaking into song, deciding to play a game of tag for reasons I've since forgotten, and then huddling together around a twin-sized blanket to watch the sun rise---sort of, you can't actually see the sunrise in Midtown as we now know.

It's all sort of a blur to me right now, the whole four hours we spent on that roof, which felt far longer. This first entry to kickoff my blog took two days to write, but then again my mind is running a little bit slow to say the least. All I know is that I so want to do that again, and soon!