Just a few photos from a rooftop kegger in the east village in this recap.
My night started off inauspiciously as I rode a subway train that was covered in blood. This was the main source of it but there were blood splatters all over this train. And then David Caruso showed up and we were all like, "Dude, you can't see the blood when you still have your sunglasses on." And then he replied, "It's okay. I'm CSI." We said "That doesn't even make any sense!"
When this drunk half-passed out Hispanic guy noticed that I was going to take a photo of the blood, he tossed his banana peel on to the blood.
And there was food. This was the source that I was tapping into towards the end of the party when I kept disappearing and reappearing with brownies.
Stan: "Yo yo, check it out!" Hahaha.
My friend Hector (and his friend) who hit me up with the head's up about this party. And in another example of this city being way too small: It turns out that Hector's roommate, a random situation from Craigslist, in that building is my (still relatively new) roommate's boyfriend. Cue, It's a small world afterrrr allll.
This girl admirably tried to take charge of the situation after the kegs were kicked and every drop of alcohol was consumed.
Hector hooked us up with a secret stash from his apartment.
O Canada!