I danced until the high heels I was wearing broke. I was having too much fun partying. I was very drunk and couldn’t even stand up straight. I told my boyfriend who was wasted as well that I was going to take a cab home. I think he was too drunk to even comprehend what I just said so headed out on my own. It was at least one in the morning and there were still more taxis than you ever would have imagined on the road. I finally hailed one over to me and told him to take me to 1st Ave. and E.72nd Street. As we drove off, I looked out the passenger window. Many stores were still open which was typical since I lived in New York City. When we finally pulled up in front of my apartment building, he told me to pay him $12. Looking back at that night, I think I might have given him a $20 bill by accident. Oh Well, It must have been that guy’s lucky day.