More Babel Thursday action...
But first, some Subway jump action. This one is brought to you by Chris.
Mateo gets some air. (I did not jump off the benches)
The oh-so-free bottle of Goose.
"Chris, meet Cyrus." "Cyrus, meet Chris."
Cy hangs back while watching the kids fight over the bottle of Goose like wild jackals.
Dance, dance, dance.
Wha wha.
None of us are thinking about work the next day.
Jeff's whiteness lights up the room. Boy can salsa tho.
A thumb up for Babel.
Chris and Jeff--BFFs.
Puff puff.
I've never looked hotter.
The public interest law thing is paying off really well.
"So I smacked that ass like this!"
Dancin, dancin.
Woa.
"Wha?" said surprised Chris.
"Um, Cy. This bottle is empty. That is unacceptable. Please rectify this situation."
Smoky.
Jeff preparing for his 4 am meeting the next day.
The table.
My "get a load of this guy" look.
Not quite sure this dancing style will catch on in the States.
Chris offers a platter of Jeff jumping oh so delicately.
Bodega jumping. It's the latest thing, Moye. Do it.
My camera has an amazing ability to make people partly disappear. Freaky.
Doing my favorite jumping pose. Not sure what Chris doing.
Chipwich. What? Yea, that's what I thought. Keep walking.
We're so Asian. We bought soy sauce.
Feeling pretty "AZN" at this point.