Dave is…
Experiencing the intensity of Forrest Hills.
Who knew Queens could be so crazy but a dinner party featuring not only Secret Santa/Yankee Swap (NYU Law students refused to be bound by traditional calendars) but also a hot pot full of scary new Asian foods followed by the barstool styling’s of Queens’ finest degenerates (who conveniently live round the corner from said dinner party, resulted in me sitting staggering through the door to my apartment at 5am.
That preceding 12 hours featured cow stomach (awful), shrimp (not so bad), Cranium (the game), Asian noodles (meh), beer (non-Asian), Taboo (the game), some sort of dipping sauce made with raw eggs (scary), a baseball hat with a deer skeleton on it (stylish), squid (didn’t try it), money hidden in the Constitution (Nic Cage knew it all along), sombreros (multi-ethnic), a bar that doesn’t allow hats (no idea why) and a long wait for the E train.
So consider yourself warned. Going deeper into Queens than Astoria means falling down the rabbit hole and who the hell knows what will happen then.