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Last night's party
So after the Yankees game last week, we met up with our friend Jeff at the Beauty Bar which is walking distance from Union Square, but not exactly Union Square. Little did Jeff know that before he jets off to India in a week or so, he would get a chance to take part in a photo shoot with us. I finally received the scans before they get published in [confidential] Magazine next month. Check them out.
Thanks Jeff for being my number one most vocal fan and proselytizer of my humble blog!
Friday night was a combination of something new and something old, which both equaled fun in the end. And that's all that matters. Despite the torrential rain storm, Chris and I still rallied and headed over to the Knitting Factory for some live music and endless bottles of free Bass Ale. While waiting in the short line to confirm our RSVP and go inside, I ran into an old college buddy of mine who I haven't seen since then. He had just finished performing and was on his way out. He's an amazing musician who is making the permanent move to NYC from Providence soon so I'm looking forward to catching some of his shows in the future. The first act was terrible, but the second band was amazing. Not my cup of tea, but they just put on a rockin' good show. Afterwards, we met up with some of Chris's friends at some terrible hookah place near NYU. Nonetheless I still had a great time there. Eventually came home and passed out.
Saturday night was an A+ night, right up until I came home and needed to do a prayer while kneeling in front of the toilet. Allegedly. These few photos below were taken by my friend there at the party. I did chuckle when I got to the club, a place I had never been to previously. I laughed because I used to live about five buildings away from this club, or rather this location back in 2003, and always saw the most D list crowds outside of whatever club opened in this space. I think it went through four different clubs before its current iteration. If I had to do word association for it, the first thing that'd pop into my head is, "Miami Vice."
Nnamdi, Chris, and John keeping it real, and by real I mean "not smiling."
Unlike the photo previous to this one, it's all about the smiles. (Jeff, Nnamdi, and Lauren)
I call this photo that Nnamdi took, "Juxtaposition." The thing that cracks me up about the pictures from this night is how serious Chris looks in all the photos, when he was actually just so happy all night. Guess the camera adds 10 pounds for some and seriousness for others.
Just raising the glass for the birthday girl. Look at the guy on the right in the black shirt just hatin'. Just hatin'!
Jeff and Lucy the birthday girl (If you ever randomly read this: Thanks for such a rockin' party Lucy!).
Take one. "Matt, you are blocking what people really want to see" says the male and sapphic customers of mrod.wordpress.com
Take two. Better? Sheesh. Lauren and Lucy looking like the h07ne55.
My twin brother showed up and made fool of himself. I don't condone such behavior because I usually like to just sip scotch and discuss the feasibility of the supposed power sharing that is suppose to take place in Russia in the post-Putin era, but theoretically I can see why attractive women dancing on tables is a good thing.
Put your hands up in the air, put your hands up in the air.
Like I said, put your hands up in the air, put your hands up in the air.
"Sometimes you just gotta cool your self by alternating between a very FULL glass of black label and a bottle of Fiji water."
"Yea thanks to all the hustlers, and most important to YOU, the customer."
Then we went to Ktown, got too much food, and Jeff gave the leftovers to a nearby table of drunk kids eating who thanked him for the food without a second thought.
This is from a pretty fun night a couple weekends ago, and all photos below are stolen from Chris, you know, the John Mayer fan.
Because Chris and I were running late and walked into our subway stop just as the train was pulling away, we hailed a cab. What we flagged down was essentially the 7 series of New York cabs: a brand new SUV cab fitted for handicapped people, which meant for us awesome leg room. And a couple blocks before it dropped us off at our bar, another cabbie notified ours that he had his emergency lights on, which basically made us feel like minor VIPs what with our luxurious legroom and emergency lights.
Also, I'm really glad more and more cabs take credit/debit cards now. It's about time. And while I know a lot of cab drivers are against it (who doesn't prefer upfront cash?), they need to embrace it as it's an inevitable part of our technological progress. And also, maybe it's me, but I've found myself now tipping a bit more as well in part to offset the delay the drivers see in contrast to cold hard cash tips.
We met up with Chris's friends at Shebeen where a Breakfast at Tiffany's theme party was going on...and we were both in agreement that it was pretty awesome. Then we walked to the Merc Bar. Here I'm uh, pretending to reach for my pretend fruity drink instead of my uh, whiskey. This fruity drink, "the Clementine" is hypothetically quite delicious.
Mike and his girlfriend and birthday girl Tori. Happy birthday Tori!!!
Mike and Chris deep in conversation.
Haha. Tori is stoked about turning 20 something.
This picture is titled "Life is beautiful." I love it. Haha. Anyway: Tori's sister Sandra, Tori, and Mike!
Mike and the girls left and Chris and I elected to chill out at the bar for a bit longer. Funny stuff happened and then we left.
Chris and I walk into the subway platform just as the train pulls up. Sweet!!! When this happens late at night it is the equivalent of winning a $50 scratch off lotto ticket. Chris swipes his metrocard, and then I follow. Bam! I try to walk through, except the turnstile refuses to budge. I look at the display and see this:
Doh! Story of my life!! My monthly metrocard expired that night! Waiting another 30 minutes for the next train versus taking a cab, pay $15 bucks and be home in 20 minutes. "Fuck it. Lets take a cab. I got it."
