The boys that N and I were visiting were some of the sweetest guys ever. They did a really good job planning fun stuff for us to do, like taking us to a SECRET RESTAURANT! No lie, you walk up to this like taco stand, and then you walk to this back door that looks like a bathroom except there's a random bouncer, and then you say the name of your reservation and they usher you down the stairs, looking around all clandestinely like there are secret hangers-on that might be trying to get into their underground establishment...too bad it was actually THAT cool and there's no way we, as tourists, ever would've been able to get in there without the boys arranging it! The only snag was that it was expensive, like to the tune of $50/person.
For girls who budget by eating Ramen (that's all A, I am a fan of lean pockets), $50/person is above and beyond what we were planning (that money was going to go towards Canal St., yo!). It kind of made the evening wayy awkward afterward, because N and my's guys didn't pay for us (which was fine with N & I, it's not like they were our boyfriends, although we did think it was weird given that we had just paid to fly out there). Later on I talked to my NY lover:
and asked about it (I was drunk, ok?) and he, understandably, talked about how it would have been really awkward for them to pay for us girls but not for the girls who weren't there with guys, and hello, drinks were really expensive. He was completely right - drinks started at $13! STARTED! I cannot even imagine living there, especially when I thought San Diego was expensive! The other slight problem with the whole trip was that A, the one who is known for her temper, issued a decree about Saturday night basically saying that we weren't going to hang out with the guys again, so it made it really really hard because N was there both to hang out with the guys and to hang out with her girlfriends. I was there solely to hang out with the guys and with N - her girlfriends, A and L, are both fun girls but they're her friends from high school, not my actual friends. Given A's temper, N didn't really have the option of hanging out with the guys on Saturday night, and I really wasn't into rocking the boat, especially since we were staying at a baller hotel room (penthouse suite, Westin Times Square, FREE thanks to L's mom) that I wasn't paying for.
I felt really bad because we ended up not hanging out with the boys on Saturday night and then hanging out with them again on Sunday, when they took us to another secret club (this one was called PDT, Please Don't Tell, and so cool - in the corner of a hot dog restaurant and you have to go into a phone booth to say a magic word), and while the physical chemistry between my NY Lover and I was still really good, he had to work early the next morning and he just wasn't as like "on" as usual, making me wonder if a trip to visit San Diego is still in his future. I really hope it is, because any guy who goes out of his way to plan such a good weekend (even if I was such a crap guest) has a lot of potential. Do you think I blew it? Should I facebook/text him and bring it up? The morning we left, he was at work and I texted him and let him know we made it to our plane, and when we got off I had a text from him saying "So tired, going to fall asleep before 9. had a really good weekend next time in Cali" or something along those lines, which means that he brought it up without me having to, but now I am living in limbo! I don't want to over-push him coming out, but I don't want him to think that I don't still want him to!! This is what happens when you meet someone in Vegas!