Clay came up to NYC weekend from DC looking appropriately snazzy. Regular readers should recognize those glasses from a previous entry where it was the hit of the party. He came in late on Friday night, but conveniently the bus dropped him off by K-Town, so we hit up some delicious late night Korean food.
Saturday morning, after Bergen Bagel deliciousness, we headed over to the Met to check out one of my favorite sections, the medieval arms wing. Clay demonstrates his incredible balancing on his toes ability here.
Obligatory jumping photo. A rule of any visitor of mine is, "Sure, you're always more than welcome to stay in my apartment, but when I say jump, you better say how high!"
Some artsy photos in the museum.
More artsyness. Are you sensitive enough yet for all this?
Clay reflecting on an avant exhibit exploring "art" at its most reduced, fundamental and organic state. The result? Nothingness. WOA.
Matt is wondering what to eat for lunch.
It looks like Theodore Geisel snuck in one night and planted a musical instrument from his wonderful imagination.
You know JFK had a potty mouth. And the chicks digged that about him.
On the steps of the Met.
Afterwards we headed towards Central Park. Along the way, Clay spotted a neat sculpture and attempted to take a photograph of it. As a good friend, I tried to ruin the photo.
We met up with another friend from our Alaska days, Mark. It's so obvious but I love his shirt.
The frisbee I'm throwing here is the same one I had in high school. We started an ultimate frisbee club and got these glow-in-the-dark frisbees made up with the nuke warning symbol printed on it. It's still the best disc out there.
After dinner we killed some time in my apartment by Youtubing and Ted'ing.
Like we were REALLY killing some time. Haha, this photo amuses me for some reason.
I'm so pensive.
Mark is mesmerized by the Filipino Thriller re-enactment. Frankly I am as well still.
Clay mocking my vest.
This is what Alaskans look like, kids. Just less tan because you know, it's always dark there. And cold.
What's going on over there?
Chris going to town on his nails.
The subway was packed with all sorts of people coming back from the Siren Music Festival in Coney Island.
Clay is thinking, "I could kick that kid's ass with my pinkie....but I need to finish my delicious ice."
I title this photo, "A Study in Contrast."
Chris and some of his friends. Check out the DJ in the back. He looks like my 10th grade math teacher.
I'm doing my happy dance after the DJ slid over a free PBR ticket to me.
PBR and Blue Steel is a blue ribbon combination in my humble opinion.
I don't know why I look so freakin' tan here. Anyway, I think I'm continuing my happy PBR dance.
Peter!