No photos from Thursday night, but lets just say I ended the night passing out on a couch while wearing a freakin' sweet kimono. Friday night (No work that day thanks to Good Friday), I went to Rififi's to see my friend Dan, from high school perform stand-up. Unfortunately, I got there right after he had finished his set and I was pissed I missed it because putting aside my obvious partiality, I do find his stand up quite hilarious (mmm, jokes about rape, the Holocaust, and abortion). Check out this clip of him from Comedy Central:
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Go check out his snazzy new website and friend him on Myspace.
Anyway, check it out: THREE, yes, THREE Alaskans in New York City at the same location and time. Me, Dan, and Dave. Little did the patrons in the bar know that they were in the presence of basically...a lot of Alaskans. If they had, their brains might have exploded. That's why we had to leave the bar--for the welfare of the people inside.
Dan lives out in LA and didn't bring a jacket to NYC. At his meeting at Comedy Central this week, I guess they felt bad that he didn't have a jacket so they gave him this vest from the Comedy Central roasting of William Shatner (heh, Shat. Insert Beavis and Butthead laugh here.).
Afterwards, Cy and I went to S'Mac, a mac and cheese restaurant in East Village. Dang, I'm hungry just looking at this picture.
It was so good, we each got another plate. Haha. I got the 4 cheese and the Cajun one.
On Thursday night, someone said to me "Who throws themselves two birthday parties, anyway??" Cy does. Saturday night, he had his second birthday party at Kush.
Chris's dope gigantic beer (Only four dolla too!) and his uh, 69 coat check ticket. Heh.
Beth and her partner-in-crime from college days. When we first arrived and sat down, Beth asked "Is there dancing that goes on around here? We might have to go somewhere with dancing." Oh, what a prophetic question...
Dang, those "reserved" signs are so tempting to steal, er, borrow. I'm not saying I was in any way involved, but the following have been borrowed by some people from bars and clubs:
Reserved sign; Salt and Pepper shaker; Books; Pillow; And a chair.
Rupa and her friend (again, I'm terrible with names!).
Annie and Chris. The party poses started early!
Yea, so this is the GOOD profile side of my face. From the other side, I'm just a hot mess.
Birthday boy, Chloe and her British friends. They left for England on Sunday. How do I know this? Because Chloe reminded me about 8 times that they were leaving for England the day after. Haha.
Rupa is checking to see if her friend bathed.
Yup!
I'm trying to think of the last time I went to a party that wasn't a hookah joint. Hmmm. I can't remember...but hookah is just so...good.
Regarding hookah being good, Reena is thinking, "YEA IT IS!"
"Birthday boy wants some god damn hookah, Reena! I WANT IT."
Beth is clearly amusing me here.
SMOKE.
MUNIBHEN! (And her friend--I seriously need to take one of those memory classes so I can remember people's names better.)
Haha. Beth looks...dirty here. Not dirt dirty obviously, but like...Spice Channel dirty here. Damn!
2/3s of the Dugger clan, not that you can see the resemblance or anything. Haha.
"Ahh, no more photos!"
Chloe and her friend.
Ooooh: A photo OF a photo being taken. How post-something.
Oh my god, law school's killed Kenny! A rare night away from the law library for this kid.
And it's Monica! Aka Monkiwi!
I think I was saying something like, "ARARHHHHGGGHH" here. And that means "Happy Birthday."
BAM! There it is. Blue Steel bitches!
Night started getting a little hazy here after these two shots of whiskey for me and Chris. And my peeps know I don't do whiskey. Ever.
Remember that question Beth asked earlier? "Is there any dancing?" Sheeeeit. It's not all just photo taking and drinking with us.
And here's Beth doing her part on the dance floor. And look at how HAPPY the guy in the background is that she's doing her thing. Her thing being dropping it low to the ground.
He's like "Yessss. That is wifey right there."
Kenny capturing the moment so he'll never forget when he is locked back up in the law school dungeon.
Me, Chloe and Chris.
Yup.
I like how Beth and Kenny are doing the sexy thing and me and Chris are just acting like dang fools.
Dance, dance, dance. Speaking of, I think SexyBack should be retired from all DJ set lists. It's that time.
Again, soles of the shoes be insulting you.
Reena is really enjoying wearing my manly scarf and and Chris's hat.
I think the whiskey shot I had started to kick in around this point...
Wow. In all the four years or whatever that I've been blogging and taking photos, I've NEVER had a photo like this. "Save to back-up server."
What is going on here? I know two out of four people here read my blog so hopefully one of them can enlighten me on what occurred at this moment.
Group shot!
"ARRRRGHHGHHH," says Matt while Cyrus is heard in the background. "What? Obama, let me call you back tomorrow. I'm out at a club right now. Call you back. What? I'll CALL YOU TOMORROW. Right. Exactly. Peace in the middle east."
I assumed that we left Kush around 2ish, but the text I sent at 5 am from the pizza joint suggests otherwise. Here's Cy looking exhausted after drinking from basically 9 pm to last call.