Don't get me wrong, I love NYC. I've already left once and came back. BUT last night I had one of those nightmarish experiences, that if I were wavering, would have put me over the edge. I have been working nonstop on my book project, so I decided that it was ok to take a break and go out. I mean, it was Saturday night! Anyway, I left my apt a little after 10pm to meet up with a friend whose brother was in town. I had a birthday party to go to, but I wanted to meet my other friends first. My plan was to be at the bday party by midnight. Well, as I am waiting for my friends a drunken dude decides that he needs to talk to me and tell me how much I look like his half sister and how much he likes my hair and how I should never change it, etc. My friends show up and we go to a bar way over on the west side. All is fine until it hits 11:40 and I need to leave to get to the bday party which is ALL the way across the island on the lower east side. Ok, it shouldn't be a problem. I will just jump in a cab--yeah right!!! I leave and decide to go over one avenue to get a cab going in the direction I need to go--bad idea. I walk down a dark block next to a playground and there are at least 15 rats running around!!! I try walking in the street, but they are everywhere. blech!!!!! Then I get to the avenue, and traffic is at a standstill and there are no open cabs. Ok, I'll keep walking...an hour later I still have no cab and have walked sooo far--in heels!!! At this point I want to curl up in the fetal position, rock back and forth and cry. Mass transit would have been absolutely fine, but it was not an option for the two parts of town I was in. Finally a black car stops and I pay him $20 to take me from SoHo over the 3rd and Ave A. I didn't care because my feet hurt so bad, I had to pee, and I was tired. Ok, so I make it to the party by 1:00ish. I walk in and the place is absolutely packed with people doing some sort of flaming shot at the bar. I already want to kill someone and this wasn't helping. I grab a drink and try to find the bday girl. It's so crowded that I can't even walk or even begin to find her. Then some dude slams into me which makes me spill my drink all over the front of my new shirt. At this point I'm about to have a panic attack from being smashed against all of these people, so I decide to go downstairs to use the bathroom. I make it into the stall right after a chick has been in there puking. It smells terrible and I'm trying to not gag. There is puke all over the seat--"Get me the hell out of here!!!" is all I could think. I leave and trek up to 1st ave and 14th st to catch the L train. There's no way I'm going to deal with trying to get another cab. I am so incredibly frustrated at this point, and I know I had the biggest scowl on my face, but I didn't care. Luckily the train came quickly, and I made it home. I think I may need to go to a podiatrist.