Ack, so much since I last posted... Finally saw Borat: hilarious (of course). I promised myself on Monday that this would be the week of no drinking and I'm staying the course so far: I even turned down an offer to drink at the Blue Water Grill where a friend's bartender would hook us up.
This past weekend was fun as a friend from out of state visited. His presence was responsible for the doubling of the Alaskan population in New York City. But first, last Thursday was Babel-icious.
So many shots...
A bottle of Grey Goose just feels so good in ma' hands.
The bartender made Cy a special shot since he's the promoter, er, advocate of Thursday night Babel.
Some of Pam's friends enjoyin the hookah first, worrying about germs later.
The sitch.
Dancin Persin.
So friday, Clay, ma' bud from Alaska days, and his friend Jay visited the City from Deeceey. I'm not even going to worry about posting these in chronological order--if you want a fuller recap, go to C's blog (and leave him a comment yo).
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Jay presents a Shirley Temple, which is for...
Cy of course.
Two Alaskans. Did your brain just explode?
RARARRH
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Enjoying Kate Moss's amazing ...hair.
So juvenile. *Shakes head*
ARGHGHH
Rockin' out with crackhead blastin the hottest rap shit.
There's nothing that screams gangsta more than a Jay flashing a sign, me proping