Weekenders

Purchase can get pretty boring after a while especially when your from the city. In the city, when ever the mood strikes you, you can hop on train and go anywhere, anytime you want. Purchase is in the middle of a freakin' forest that looks straight out of a Jason movie and the next "city" is White Plain which you have to take a Purchase bus that in the winter decides to be anywhere from an 45 min. to an hour late and in the spring decides to be ten min. early (sometimes i think someone out there gets a sick kick out of seeing me try to run). That's why i love when the weekend rolls around and i can go home. This weekend me and my roomate went in to the city to eat sushi in a place off St.Mark's called MAi's. This place is great because it sushi is delicious and cheap enough that it fits into the college kid budget. The best hing about is that though it is cheap, i never get that gotta go aftershock. After our bellies were full, we meet up with my old friend from high school and headed over to Queens to get some hookah. The only thing worth going to Queens is its hookah lounges. There are plenty of spots in Manhattan but, they are all over priced and weak. So we went to a place on Steinway where i have heard was one of the best spots to go to. It was a little narrow but long place with lots of arabic secondhand furniture and pictures (it even had this cool and old arched door off to the side) all in a candle lit room. All in all it equaled to a nice, layed back atmosphere. After we sat down, we ordered some strawberry hookah and got to catching up, joking around and being all around obnxious. We had some of their carmel cream which looked like flan (and being half Puerto Rican can be really picky about stuff like that) and it tasted like fruit loops and molasses, all-in-all it was crap. But they were graicous enough not to charge us. Though the cake was bad the hookah was good and cheap. We spent under $10 for around of hookah. The fact that the waiter was hitting on my friend and her constant show of uninterest, provided endless amount of amusement on our part. There were only three issues with the place: bathroom was pretty gross (but honestly i have been to worse), there were a couple of old guys that looked at anything with a pulse and walked with two legs and no alchol since it is a Halal estab. After a couple of hours, we headed for the train station to catch the N back home. While waiting, the biggest freakin' rat i have ever saw crawled out of a hole near the wall and sprinted towards the trash can. We all screamed like three little girls. Ipushed one friend in hopes it will take her and not me while my other friend jumped on the station bench. Then the creepiest MTA worker told us that there were no downtown trains so we had to go through the underpass to go up and come back down. As we were walking, another rat runs out and scaries the shit out of us and we run up the stairs. As we came up the creepy station guy jumps out and scares us.Lesson of the day: i can take seeing rats in the tracks but if i see them on the platform, it every woman for herself.