Thats what my night was last night.

First off, instead of 4 chicks who are all about empowering women(via lots of sex and cosmos), you have to replace them with Me, Hassan Madrey and his boy he went to high school with in Staten island.

Then instead of some posh bar or restaurant as the backdrop of the conversations you put Julep, a Lower East Side bar that although fun, doesn’t have waterfalls and sexy lighting to make everyone look like a star. Julep used to be a gay bar, then became a straight bar, and now has a showcase room downstairs where I will be having a few shows there. But that has nothing to do with anything.

Back to the trainwreck in the making.

So we arrive there around 11pm last night it was 3 of us, and Emily Epstein, my girlfriend of Jewish descent(jealous?) and we arrive at the bar where Jen Adams is bartending while dancing around because she was in a good mood.

Now at some point I was supposed to leave with el Girlfriend to go home. I didn’t have so much of a problem with leaving, as i had with being forced to leave. I wanted her to hang out with me and have a few beers and she wanted to be coherent for work the next day, and those 2 things don’t really go together.

At some point I said “We’ll leave in 20 minutes”

she says “I want to leave now”

I say “I’m not ready”

She says “I HAVE TO GET UP IN THE MORNING”

I say “Its not that late!”

She says “Fine 20 minutes thats it!”

I say “No, I”m not agreeing to that.”

Now I can’t say what went through my mind. I had JUST said I was down to leave in about 20 minutes. But between her saying now, and then saying “FINE! 20 minutes, thats it!” I felt as if I was being told what to do. Full of Alcohol Elon James White hates to be told what to do. So now I’m like ‘Fine, go home, whatever.’ and shes like ‘Fine I’m going home whatever.’

Then I find myself in a bar. Drinking at 1 in the morning. And you know what? I want to go home. I was totally done within the 20 minute marker that had been set but because I felt “Told” what to do I decide I’m not going anywhere. I’m a man damnit. I do as I please, no woman is gonna tell me what to do. I’ll hang with theguys, and do MAN SHIT.

Of course the guys are like “Did you just let your girlfriend go home? Whats up with that?”

The camaraderie i was expecting in my standing up for my right to party seemed to be completely missing. They decided that because we were male they’d have to defend me to others but told me I should’ve gone home. This…bothered me because I totally wished I’d have gone home. It was a lesson I have learned numerous times. I’m in a year and a half relationship. At this point, it is always better to just do what she says/asks. It’s almost NEVER is worth it to take a stand, especially a stand that is born of lots of beers.

Stupid beers.

Then I came home and wrote on my laptop my new article. While wearing a tank top and pajama bottoms. Yes, I have seen to many episodes.

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