This past weekend I went up to New York City to visit Andrew, my housemate during my time in Mississippi. The past day shaped up to be a strangely stereotypical day in New York: seeing a Yankees game, going to a club in Brooklyn, getting breakfast on the Upper West Side, and randomly running into someone I know.

It was Andrew's birthday weekend, so I treated him to a Yankee's game. I generally loathe the Yankees, but it was his birthday. Also, I wanted to at least have the experience of going to Yankee Stadium.

Anyhow, we got to the game late because of a long night out. I'm still not clear on what happened in the first inning, but the Orioles took a 5-2 lead. The Yankees cut the O's lead down to 7-6 by the bottom of the ninth. Then, out comes Chris Ray, the O's closer, who is also on my fantasy baseball team.

Now, I wasn't rooting against the Yankees during the game, because that would just be obnoxious. I was, however, rooting for my closer when he came out because I badly needed a save. Ray gave up a base hit, but also managed to put two away.

So, with one out to go, up comes Derek Jeter. Jeter gets walked. Andrew at this point starts to joke about how much insult to injury it would be if the Yankees ended up winning by two. Then, Bobby Abreu gets beamed, loading the bases. Next is Alex Rodriguez, and Ray manages to get the strike count up to two. But then, almost expectedly, A-Rod blasts a walk-off grand slam.

Even as much as I dislike the Yankees, and as crushed about negative repercussions in fantasy baseball as I was, I still had to give it up for a walk-off grand slam.

Side note: Not only did I not get the save, I accrued a loss, a home run allowed, and my WHIP and ERA got bumped up.

The feeling from the fans after the come-from-behind win was pretty intense. You could even see it empirically. The proportion of people wearing Yankees hats jumped up significantly the night after the game.

After the game, it wasn't clear what we were going to do that night. Ian knew a person promoting a party at a club in Brooklyn, so we headed out to it.

The area surrounding the club was pretty sketchy, but when we went in, it was exactly what I would expect a typical club in Brooklyn to be like: dark, packed, and loud. The DJ was spinning pretty well; about every minute and a half he mixed in a new song, which kept the crowd energized.

All of a sudden it was 3:00 AM, and I took off with Ian. We took an illegal cab home, which was interesting ... and cheap. This dude pulled up in his Cadillac and took us to Ian's place (with two stops) for only $20.

I had to catch my bus today, but putzed around for a while beforehand. I got breakfast at Zabar's, a local restaurant and grocery store that is pretty well known. Everything I had was really good. Then, as I was walking down Broadway, I ran into Ariel, who taught with me in Greenville. Small world, indeed.