Conversation, Coughing, & Karaoke

[this is the third post in an ongoing story. begin from the start]

Conversation went surprisingly easy and fluid. I joked about my mustache and the fact that we met via Missed Connections. I learned that she has a brother, is from Miami, and (possibly best of all) loves Arrested Development and Seinfeld and Curb. I am not saying that I have not come across girls with these same tastes, but those that can hang while I throw out subtle quotes from the shows are few and far between.

She likes whiskey and tequila, sometimes beer. She has only been in the city for a month and interns at an art gallery. To make ends meet she works some jobs on the side for companies based in Florida. She lives in Brooklyn surrounded by her "eses/homies/cholos" (did I mention she was Hispanic?).

An hour or more passed before hunger started to catch on. The two soy nuggets I ate while rushing out the door did nothing for me. We decided to go to a nearby bar for some pizza and to watch (not sing) karaoke.

With a tequila for her and a beer for me, we eat, watch drunk girls scream and dance [poorly] and look through the song-book. The night was clearly winding down, so we left and walked to the subway. With a slightly awkward hug in my mind and the suggestion that we hang out again soon, we broke apart and walked to our separate trains.