Warning: Lotsa photos, so give 'em time to load up. Peace.
While waiting for Cyrus at his apartment, I took me some artsy photos.
It's artsy, because it's in black and white.
See. Not so artsy.
Heaven to me is sitting on a stoop on a nice sunny day in NYC, listening to Tribe and watching the people go by.
Once in Cy's apartment, we enjoyed ourselves one...and...two...and...three cups of rum and Coke.
You can't tell by his expression here, but he is STOKED to party.
Cy is also very stoked by the Pussy Cat Dolls--so much so that he actually purchased their music video from iTunes. He's just keepin' it real.
Door mat outside of the apartment. It's funny, because if you add an extra "T" to "mat," you'd get my name. Fucking hilarious, isn't it? Isn't IT?
We had mojitos and amazing Cuban food at Cafecito on 12th and C for dinna. Highly recommend.
Lauren, representing the white contingent, shows up to join our crew.
The bathroom wall at the bar we were at. This is how you know how truly worthless a penny is.
The salsa experts doing there thang.
Kristin (about to give someone a high-five I think) and her friend (I forgot your name--Sorry!) show up at the hookah bar.
Cy intently focusing on the pipe. Look at his level of concentration.
Apparently Kristin's friend (far left) didn't get the memo that she should smile in this photo. Anyway, check out my hot recessive attached earlobe action! WOOHOO!
Now we're all on the same page in this photo, except that my gigantic hair is covering half of the photo. [Memo to self: Haircut ASAP]
These are some of Lauren's friends who showed up briefly for a drink and a few songs before peace-ing out.
Kristin and friend getting their groove on.
After the hookah bar, we went back to the Latin scene. This wannabe Casanova attempted to dance with every girl that walked by. He finally succeeded with this girl in the photo and took full advantage of the situation. "I've got five on itttt."
This girl showed up with the girl in the previous photo. DAYAMMMM. Rubenesque girls need their lovin' too from anonymous guys in bars.
Hot and sweaty and tired.
But not so tired to jump! Haha. Lauren was at first puzzled at my request that she jump, but once she understood, she got so into it. Haha.
Lauren trying to force a levitating Cy back to the ground.
A badly timed jump. The generally reliable SD400 camera had a difficult time focusing in the dark.
Success! Dang-I just noticed that Lauren is jumping in heels. Girlfriend is gangsta.
I'm all like "I'm too fucking cool to jump."
Oh, who am I kidding? Let's jump!
Cyrus demonstrating some serious vertical hops. Black men can jump, it appears.
All this excitement is just too much for Lauren.
The owner of this car is really stoked to see a drunk hysterically laughing girl sitting on his car.
Finally done with jumping, we decide to head home.
Strike a pose.
Some late night poetics: Phantasmal apparition in the night.
Demonstrating what I've learned from "So You Think You Can Dance."
"Bicycle bicycle bicycle"
"I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle"
"I want to ride my bicycle"
Waiting for our food at the diner.
Um, so my BLT was awesome.
Haha. A drunk Cy.
The End.