The Bedford Avenue subway stop in Williamsburg has a little holiday surprise for passengers.
A (plastic) mistletoe!
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The Unobomber.
Fear and Loathing.
Munira is the "pregnant" vampire.
Mun applying some "gray" hair to Stan...
Stan making some shots. I've never tasted Windex but the shots tasted exactly like what I imagine Windex to taste like.
"Nice to meet you."
The Unobomber, the pervy edition.
Future Stan if He Didn't Become a Doctor. Social Director at the Bada Bing Social Club! Also, black socks!
Haha. Creepy photo.
The tank!
Enemies ahead! Yonder!
The absurdity on the subways.
Dr Fang!
Melissa is a cougar. Rawwwr.
Stan biting into a blood capsule.
So gross.
Someone (not me because I respek life) kicking the pregnant belly.
Those examination gloves...are so....creepy.
At a house party in Williamsburg. One of Pooja's friends was there and really drunk. This friend saw a guy with some plumber's crack showing, decided to stick her finger into the crack...and then dipped it into the punch. I found this out today during dinner. I am SO glad I decided to NOT drink that punch.
The two preggers.
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Haha, awesome costume! It's Eddie Murphy from Delirious. This is my all time favorite stand up routine by ANY comedian, and it's from Delirious.
Origami man was actually hilarious. He put on this great show where he made all these different origami pieces for our amusement.
Fellow Bruno alumni Jeff and his wifey Rebecca made the trek down all the way from the Upper West Side. I used to work with Rebecca at the library in college! Best job ever.
This guy's costume is an actual airline pilot's uniform.
So dirty.
The cougar lights one up outside of the apartment before we head to the next party.
Haha. I don't even remember taking this photo of Edward.
Ian!
It appears that this mime had too much fake drank. I asked him if he was alright. He nodded. "SPEAK MOTHERFUCKER! SPEAK!"
"Unobomber is mad hungry yo!"
My disappearing 'stache that I'm not man enough to grow unassisted. Damn genes!
Jeff having fun with his hose. Hahaha.
I eventually stumbled home. Witnessed a chick dressed as Optimus Prime going berserk on the subway ride.
The End.
An amazing New York Times article: Kyle Hausmann, a 24-year-old Bed Stuy resident and paralegal found himself recently trapped at the Trophy Bar in Williamsburg, Brooklyn after employees not realizing he was still there (he had imbibed more than a few) locked up for the night. One would think it would be a simple matter of making a couple phone calls, but it was a bit more complicated than that.
Calling the police seemed extreme, so instead he dialed up friends on his cellphone. But no one picked up — it was 6 a.m. Finally, a friend who was staying at his apartment in Bedford-Stuyvesant answered and tried to shake Mr. Hausmann’s roommate awake. “Kyle’s stuck somewhere; he needs your help,” the friend mumbled. But the roommate slept on and the friend fell back asleep.[...]
So he tried another round of phone calls. Finally, he reached a friend who agreed to come to the bar. The plan was for Mr. Hausmann to slip the keys under the security gate, and for the friend to open the padlock. The friend showed up, and began calling Mr. Hausmann’s cellphone and banging on the security gate. But by that time Mr. Hausmann had fallen asleep on a bench out back.
Mr. Hausmann eventually woke up and again called his friend, who agreed to come back. It was around 8:30 a.m., 12 ½ hours after his night at the bar began.
An experience like this really defines the definition of a true friendship. Which of your friends would do this for you? Maybe I should start sleeping with my phone on just in case one of my buddies becomes trapped in a bar or elevator. At the least, Hausmann owes his buddy a beer or two.
Read more here and check out the bar's own blog coverage of the incident, including a note Hausmann wrote them.