I don't normally post over the weekend, but I just had the CRAZIEST night!

Met six women across two bars. Nice. Age appropriate. Just not my type. Just my luck.

Had a late night dinner with Hazel and L at the Shake Shack.

Went to another bar with Hazel where I met two more women. Nice. Not age appropriate. Just my type. Just my luck.

Now here's the weird part. At the very end of the night, an old man grabs one of the women's...stuff. But he's old, I mean like 55+. Can't hit an old man (not that I can fight) so I shove him. Hard.

He then tries to hit the girl! How sad is that? The bouncers go all over him. Craziness!

He's tossed outta the club. The girlies are all freaked out. I'm totally bewildered. I tell the girls, honestly, that it was nice meeting them and then we part ways.

Hazel and I hop a cab. Then we get into argument with cabbie! We bounce outta the cab. She and I grab some food, hop another cab and head home.

Now it's 3:55 in the morning, Hazel's passed out on my sofa, I'm munching on a gyro and wondering when my life became so weird.

This is only 50% of what happened but I'm beat.

Crazy right?

Only in NYC.