The number ONE party place to chill, where 16 years old go to Paulies and the Post, while any legal drinker heads to WT's for their awesomely
amazing wings and 85 cent beers at happy hour. Quite the college town where cabs are 3 bucks a head, girls wear tank tops and flipflops in the middle of the dead winter, you can buy
pizza at 4AM, chalk your id and expect the bouncer to not only let you in but complement the fine art. Every other person who goes to Albany is either from NYC and LI and don't understand the difference between Upstate and Western
NY, wear
abercrombie and hollister with their tims. You wonder why people play in the
water on fountain day when you obviously see
snow on the ground, can't remember why you came here, except for the fact that you couldn't make Cornell or NYU and wanted to save
money. Actually, you had no choice, but you read enough about the school in Princeton Review. The public bus makes its own schedule when you need it on weekends, and your
car stays in its parking spot until the
snow starts to melt in april. You envy those who live in the mustard complex with their heat and free laundry, but your lottery number is well over a 1000 so you head downtown, where you can never
sleep, occasionally have your
car towed or hit by another driver, and take advantage of the location by becoming a local at cagneys, chubby's, sadies, or stonecrow. You don't understand "downtown" past Quail street until you become 21 and venture off to Lark and S. Pearl. Ahh, this is ALBANY for you.
