New Year's Eve in Times Square

The Rae and I decided to keep our morning pretty low key since we knew we had a big night ahead of us. We went to see the Brooklyn bridge, and the Brooklyn promenade. Both had beautiful views of the city. 

I love layering and wearing winter appeal- it's nice to look cute in the big city. 

We then went to this adorable, vintage shop called, beacons closet. Rae and I were both in love with it; super hipster, affordable clothes. 

Alright. Here I go. I am going to attempt to explain how our drunken night in the big city on New Year's Eve in time square went. 

First off we bought a bottle of alcohol to pre game with. Not realizing how short we were on time ( we bought time square tickets and knew it was going to be packed and hard to pee) so we had 30 minutes to finish the bottle and head out the door. And we did it. Drunk at 6:30, perfect. We headed to the subway station and had a long ride to Times Square but we eventually made it. We got to the street we need to be on but the roads were crossed off and you could only walk across with a cop, and they were only doing 4 people at a time. We bonded with all the people in line how we we're pissed about having to wait for 49 minutes to cross the street. 

Eventually we made it to our first stop, replies believe it- or not. And this is where it went all down hill. When we bought these passes we had to get that under 21 bracelets, which is why we pre games so hard because we thought we couldn't drink. We were wrong. We walked up to that bars at each level and filled out cups to the brim with wine each time. We always have great luck with underage drinking because bartenders always love us. It was fun to be drinking at replies with all the little surprises along the way. In our drunken stupidity we decided to get our faces painted, we were the only adults in this line, lol. Rae and I before we knew it were the drunkest ones there laughing and thinking the fart button in the bathroom was hilarious. So we were drunk and on to the next destination

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The next stop on our tickets was guy ferries restaurant. We went right up to the bar and I ordered is vodka cranberries. Not only did they not ID me but we didn't have to pay for ANY OF THEM! They were apart of the ticket if you were "21". We ate the food at the buffet and it was so good. I ended up having to run to the bathroom to throw up! That didn't stop me. Puke and rally my friends. Rae and I kept sipping our vodka cranberries and talking with strangers. At this point we were well past drunk. Somehow we ended up in the elevator with these two girls and we started taking pictures so we kept going up and down the elevator laughing and taking pictures. When we got to the lower level the final time as the doors opened I fell out, right in front of security, taking a few people down with me! Rae and j ran from security and he follows us, we ran right out the door, and we're fleeced to head to our next destination. 

 

On our walk to the bowling alley, we started a conversation with a cop, who we apparently got a photo with. As we were walking away he said drink some coffee to sober up and I yelled back , "you mean vodka cranberries" I'm always keeping it classy. 

A lot of this I didn't remember and had to piece it together, or be told by Rae who remembered more than I did. 

When we got to the bowling alley Rae went right in but I was stopped by the owner who told me I was way to drunk to enter. I apparently got mad at Rae and told her she was just as drunk, so she went back inside. I told the group outside with me that I was from Wales, as I said this in a British accent lol, and that I had to get inside with my friend. They tried there best to help me but still the owner would not let me in. Eventually he left to go somewhere and the  security guard told me I could go on BUT COULD NOT DRINK. So I headed in and went right to get a vodka cranberry lol

We started bowling at a lane that wasn't ours, and were told to leave the bowling area. All of a sudden it was almost midnight and we were at the bar so we ran up to these two big black Securitate guards and asked if they would be our New Years kiss, surprising they said yes. It must of been our drunken charm that won them over. 

This is where it all went mega down hill for me, I blacked out and don't remember the journey home all to well. When we got to the subway station by Times Square I guess I approached these Jesus protesters who were chanting "he has the answer" I went up and said "I want the answer" they told me I was drunk and a sinner and I guess I started yelling at them that Jesus doesn't love them because they are mean. Raeanna was so mom. She was drunk but still managed to plan our journey home. I apparently was crying a lot saying I wasn't gonna make it, I was falling sleep, yelling, and laying on the subway ground. But eventually we did make it home. 

This post doesn't even do the night justice. Was I a hot black out drunk mess? Yes! But I'm not embarrassed this was New Year's Eve in New York City with my best friend and I was shit drunk! Bucket list crosses off for sure! What a stellar way to bring in the new year! 2016 has great things in store for me, I can feel it!