i saved that bitch's life!

so last night was zoya's birthday party at katra in the lower east side. crazy fun. she had bottle service, it was ridiculous, dancing until like 3:30. so the boy and a friend and i are leaving, and as we walk out of the door this girl is wheezing and all bent over. i ask her if she's ok, but she obviously can't breathe, like she's having and asthma or panic attack. she's like, i eeeeee can't eeeeeee breathe eeeeeeeee. her boyfriend, obviously a moron is like, "baby what do you need, what do you need?!" someone is like she needs to breathe into a paper bag or something, which i'm not sure is true, but her bf runs into the club looking for something, but ME, thinking smart, ran over to the hot dog cart, and grabbed a paper bag and gave it to her, and i'm like breathe in this! she seemed to be getting better but still all wheezy, and se sere like, do you want us to call an ambulance? this is her response, after i save her fucking life: "if eeeee you call eeeeeeee 911 eeee i'll eeeeee fucking eeeeeee kill you". not exactly the gratitude i was looking for. her moron bf comes back with party streamers or some shit for her to breathe in, yeah GENIUS. so we left her to her genius bf. as we're walking away i asked my biy why she could possibly not want us to call 911, he was like, easy, she's indian and looks about 19, and is out at 3 am with a bf she's not supposed to have. if we called 911 her parents would find out.

RIDICULOUS