Shheva Berachot and a Night Out

I spent all weekend in Brooklyn at the sheva berachot of a cousin. It was difficult, as always. At night I went with "L" and "S" and "S" and "I" to Kush on Orchard Street, and then to Ray's Pizza on E Houston, and then to Smalls on 7th ave and 10th street for some nice jazz where we chatted with some friendly Sara Lawrence chicks about the theory of "whooooing". Apparently the precise time and way to "whoooooo" is quite complicated. Then we went to Odessa for some late night munchies. (I puked in the bathroom, and I hope I cleaned it up well enough. Sorry 'bout that.)