5:45pm: I arrive first at Roof at Park South, a rooftop bar in Murray Hill. I am meeting up with my old work crew to grab drinks. This is my first time at this bar, it’s one of the prettiest rooftop bars I have been to; they even have space heater since its a little chilly. However it’s quite pricey; my drink was $15. The rooftop is really nice BUT it has a lingering smell of curry from the many Indian restaurants below in “Curry Hill”. It is probably one of the last nights being outside will be bearable. Winter is coming.

What anything under 70 degrees fee like to me.

6:10pm: My friends arrive just in time to pull me away from some European tourist trying to chat me up. They suggest we all get drinks together but we all politely decline. I get hit on by European tourists a lot, I am not sure if this is because I go to a lot of places where European tourists frequent or if I have a “European” look because I wear all black. Or maybe European tourists just hit on everyone to cast a wide net? Unclear.

I wish Italians would flirt with me like this.

8:00pm: Going to happy hour is always a recipe for being super drunk super early. No eating and lots of cheap drinks. So after two hours of drinking we order a bunch of strange overpriced cocktails we ordered a bunch of strange overpriced food. It's all a trap! We spend $18 dollars on a "flatbread" with truffle oil. Stop putting truffle oil on pizza guys it doesn't make it good pizza. Also why would I ever want a lamb "lollipop"? Who makes these menus?

So since we're all drunk can't we have some regular food?

12:10am: Arrive at Output to see Omar S, a Detroit Producer known for playing funky, Motown influenced house. One of his best-known tracks samples the Supremes. I'm with Lauren and her roommate Aisha. Lauren & I saw Omar S in Melbourne. He was stellar. There is no line outside Output, which is pretty unusual for a Friday night. No love for Omar S Brooklyn?

12:30am: We see the set times and Omar S is not supposed to go on until 4am. Ouch. Wasn’t planning on having a late night but I guess there is no choice; I can’t miss Omar so I guess I won’t be home before 6am.

2:30am: Omar goes on early! Everyone, including me, is so happy. I see so many people from Sustain Release here. Everyone is in all black again, the techno mafia uniform. We say hi. I guess spending a weekend in the pouring cold rain together makes for a quick bonding experience.

We became fast friends in our frozen prison.

3:00am: Omar S is playing what looks like a home video of himself and an old white dude on a the screen behind him. It seems like they are making a record? But I can't be sure. There is also footage of the local news spliced in. It's pretty interesting at first but then he plays it for a half hour and everyone got a bit bored. BRING ON THE DISCO BALL LIGHTS OMAR.

Pictured here is the disco ball & the video.

3:30am: Apparently it is make-out time on the dance floor. Suddenly everyone around us is making out. Make-out time seems to happen at every bar. I am not sure who decides when it is make-out time but somehow everyone in the bar/club/street gets the message it happens. Like when birds leave before a storm they somehow just know when to do it.

4:45am: I decide to leave. It is still pretty packed on the dance floor and the tunes are still great but an old ankle injury has flared up and I can’t really dance that much anyways. It seems very silly to me that our tiny tiny ankles hold all of our weight up. No wonder everyone is always hurting them. I hurt mine when I fell down a dirt hill two months ago at Elements, a music event in Red Hook, which was essentially located in a junkyard. Proving that if the line-up is good enough people will literally pay you to dance in trash. It hasn’t properly healed yet but I can’t really stay off it because I live in NY, my job requires me to stand a lot and dancing is the only thing that brings me joy. So it’s a slow road to recovery. Basically I just started dancing more with my arms.