<p>Well, they decided to get a hotel at Trump something-or-other and got out my hair. But the night, in general, was pretty awful.</p>
<p>Times Square on a Saturday night + two geriatrics making-out + a clan of the Brady Bunch + realizing that these people could become my new family + one of the geriatrics having to go to the bathroom every two minutes + same geriatric trying to hug me every three minutes + being asked “so how did you learn your way around?” over and over and over and over and over and over and over = Hell.</p>
<p>OK, so you had a tolerable night. Now that you’ve solved your problem, thank your lucky stars that you come from a family so wealthy that you can live on your own in a large apartment in NYC instead of having to live permanently in a small place with many dysfunctional people, and having to fund your way through college while also helping financially support your family of origin. Believe me, your life could be much worse.</p>
<p>Unless you want to be pushed around forever by your manipulative family, get a job if you need textbook money. That’s far less stress than is kissing the booties of people whom you don’t want to have to cater to.</p>