I stumbled drunkenly into my house after a miserable date that took place on a rainy night at a bar on the Lower East Side. It was a cool enough place for two people to get to know each other. It smelled of spilled drinks, desperation, and poor decision making, and I came home covered in two of the three. The DJ played a solid mix of throwbacks, so the vibe was chill, despite the growing crowd. The company; however, was questionable at best.