Bag Lady does Beer Gardens

Since I have been living out in Queens and most of my friends live in Manhattan, going out with them has been a puzzle. I hate imposing and asking to sleep at their apartments all the time just because I am sure it gets annoying. But, I just have to suck it up because there is no way I can stay in Queens every weekend. What I did this weekend was pretty successful- did a fly by the seat of my pants thing.

Before I left to meet with Danny at Chabad, I made sure my purse was full of all the essentials I needed for a 2 night stay in the city: 2 pairs of underwear, a toothbrush, 1 change of clothes to wear during the day time, flip flops (I was wearing heels), and a headband. I shoved all my essentials into a black Fossil purse and was on my way. You would never know looking at me that I was a bag lady, living out of my purse, but I am sure in this city there are weirder things.

After Chabad, Danny asked if I wanted to go out with him and some friends and offered to let me crash on his couch. Check! night one was covered for. I left my bag at his house and enjoyed the night out.

I had made plans with my friend Sari to go to a place called Beer Gardens in Astoria, Queens on Saturday afternoon. After I peeled myself off Danny's couch, changed my clothes and brushed my teeth (note, no shower)- packed up my purse and made the trek from Midtown to Sari's place in Murray Hill. Upon arriving to her apartment, we greeted each other, and the first thing I said, "Dress me." She had already anticipated this little issue and had a dress already in mind. I changed clothes again, straighted my hair, threw in some baby powder (for those of you who don't know, it lets you not wash your hair for a little longer...) and it was off to the Beer Gardens.

I didn't leave anything at Sari's because I figured if I was already in Queens, maybe I will hop on the train, go back to my aunts, shower real fast, recoup and head back into the city for night #2. Well... obviously that did not happen. 8 Pitchers of German beer later, We were at Sari's apartment laying on her bed. I tried so hard to be a trooper, but my body just cannot handle the alcohol intake like it could 5 months ago in school. I felt like I had been hit by a bus. I slept on a couch the night before (only for a few hours I might add), my body didn't have time to recover from that drinking and then I drank more during the day.... I had it.

I took a quick shower at Sari's place so I didn't look like a total train wreck, she lent me another dress, I packed up my bag and headed home. The bad lady really needs to get this figured out... or at least, don't day drink. That was the killer.

Lesson Learned from this whole crazy36 hour fiesta:

The only thing necessary in a bag lady is a tooth brush....Everything else was covered for, but a tooth brush is the essential.

Peace, Love and Traveling Bag Lady,

B