Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Daily Douchebag: P.D. O'Hurley's
DOB: Established ???--whenevs
Occupation: enabling drunk-ass bitches on a school night
Location: 72nd between Amsterdam and Columbus
Douchebaggery: Normally I sing the praises of any place that serves hooch and gets me drunk. However, thanks to this establishment, I wound up getting home at 3 a.m. Last night, I was supposed to just have a quiet night teaching JerseyGirl how to make tacos (seriously...I had to teach this bitch how to make grilled cheese a couple weeks ago) and watching "I Love New York 2" and "The Hills" with her, HillsYes, and Senioritis. HillsYes was smart, only drank two beers, and bailed after we watched the vacant sack of blinding veneers known as Audrina Partridge finally show a slight glimmer of intelligence (emphasis on SLIGHT...I swear we only watch this show to revel in how astoundingly stupid and vacant these hookers are) in dumping Justin Bobby. That quiet night turned into drinking an entire twelve-pack of Amstel Light, a bottle of chardonnay that Laurie Dhue had given JerseyGirl for Christmas last year when she worked for America's favorite freedom-loving news channel, a sixer of Heineken, and then a 2:00 a.m. visit to P.D. O'Hurley's. I was DRUNK, and frankly, I still might be.
"COME ON!" said Senioritis, when I feebly protested the idea of going to a bar on a Monday night. "Are you Razzy, or what?"
Obviously, that strategy of persuading me to continue drinking regardless of the consequences works every time. I vaguely remember drinking a Bud Light at P.D. O'Hurley's and then turning down some random dude on the street's offer to buy me a hot dog at Gray's Papaya. When I got home, I tripped in my lobby and then dropped my contact lens case in the toilet.
The truth is, I have nobody but myself to blame for my current condition of half-drunk, half-hung over. However, since I like to misplace culpability and dodge responsibility for my own drunken mistakes, it's all P.D. O'Hurley's fault for being there and offering our dumb asses brew dogs in the wee hours on a Monday night. On the bright side, the bartender there who is jocking Senioritis was off that night, so we didn't get free drinks. If free drinks had been in the mix, I can only imagine the considerably graver state I'd be in now. So if you're disappointed because I'm a little duller than normal, you know who to point an accusatory finger at: P.D. O'HURLEY'S!
Labels: alcoholism, Daily Douchebag, JerseyGirl, NYC, Senioritis
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Oh come on, why single out P.D. O'Hurley's the entire city is crawling with places that can keep you out until 4am or later any night of the week. Blame the city. There is just too much fun to be had in this place!
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