Saturday night was....so amazing! I ended up partying with Hugh Hefner and his bunnies, Steve Jobs, and LeBron James in the double secret VIP lounge at Marquee. Correction: That was my plan. But I just wasn't up for partying (Stevie can be an asshole sometimes), so I called LeBron and said "LeBro, I'm mad tired." So instead, I chilled at home with my roommate, who also skipped out on a party. We had a movie night, including PBR (me) and popcorn--using this ancient popcorn popper from days of yore:
It was crowded when we got there.
N and his friend Sarah.
Camera crews were all over the place.
They had XBox 360s lined up so people could demo the game.
After enjoying the top shelf open bar and food, I hopped over the velvet rope to hang out in an empty VIP area on our way out. Afterwards I asked a nearby bouncer to not hit me. He was good natured about it, as bouncers typically consider the red rope as something holy. Stepping over it or removing it usually results in that person's death. Or in Kzar's case, getting kicked out the club.
N on the phone doing quasi-boyfriend duties. And giving the camera a middle finger.
[Side note: Noticed that the Canon SD1000...doesn't do very well in evening settings. I'm getting a lot of bad unfocused shots--My old SD was much better...]
While N was on the phone I took a photo of the empty entrance and 
We still wanted to party so we walked down to the Belmont Lounge. There are...a lot of fingers in the air in this photo. Haha.
N's friend Jo.
Then some dude came over to me, pointed at Jo and asked, "She's your girl right?" When I said no, he said, "Well, I just want to DANCE!" Jo good-naturedly allowed him to spin her around.
The onscreen below her plastic face should read: "Ho Is Back From Beijing."
Ugh! It's so annoying when you just miss the subway train, especially at night when I'm heading out to get my drank and two-step on. And by that I mean, to get my party on.
But, the Party Gods were smiling down upon on me, because only a couple minutes after I had just missed the first train, another one train arrived!
I saw my fellow Bruno, Kevin (with his great wife and her friend) who I haven't seen since graduation.
Stan (hilariously tan from his vacation out West) telling a hysterical [censored] story to Kevin. Hahahah. Stan: You are my inspiration for my new feature length screenplay.
The bartenders on the rooftop is always a classy touch.
Bucket o' beer.
Kevin and Keystone beer!
[I'm sorry, I forgot your name!] is amazed by the novelty of the Natty Light.
Nate (who just returned to NYC from a pretty bad ass cross country motorcycle bike ride) and his gal. As I lifted the camera to take a candid photo of them, she reflexively hit the camera with the-arm-on-the-hip-pose which cracked us up.
Haha. Here's take two.
"Hey Michael! Here, pose with these two girls." "YES."
"That was a GOOD idea."
N triple fisting. No, not that, you perverts. I don't even know what that means. I'm referring to N maintaining a grip of three drinks simultaneously.
Chris, N, and John.
John's favorite pose. Haha.
This girl's top was very...silvery.
Haha, I'm not quite sure what Chris is doing here.
N doing a little dance while a floating hand flips him off.
Bennnn!
Kevin's wifey gives the party a thumbs up.
Michael and Nate and pizza. When I was looking at this photo today I thought, "Damn, there was pizza? I want a slice."
NO PIZZA FOR YOU!
The Pizza Dance!
More Pizza Dance!
Pizza almost all done and nothing but crust left dance!
John tries to rush me. This is the last thing a man sees before John decides to break him in half.
Powerpuff goth cheerleaders.
At Botanica. Natch. 
Broadway and Spring. 
I slept in, lazied around, then headed to my favorite burger place in Park Slope: Bonnie's Grill.
Now that is a plate of delicious right there. I especially like their jalapenos touch to the burger.
Afterwards I stopped by the nifty small design store and drooled over this mirror again. Sigh. 700+ bucks. And then on my way home, I ran after the ice cream truck man. I haven't done that in awhile and he and I both had a good laugh over a grown man running like a fat kid running like the last ice cream bar in the entire world was in that truck.
Then I met up with Kzar to head early to McCarren Pool Park to wait in line to go see one of our favorite bands later that night, Wilco. Here's the industrial and worn entrance to the park.
Kzar was so amped he did a jump.
People waiting in line.
We were a little too early and the line wasn't that hectic at all. So we decided to kill a little time in Williamsburg. The streets were mainly empty as the hipsters were all still at work. I realized that maybe walking around with The Economist might not garner me any fans in Williamsburg. At a Wilco concert. I joked that I was going to wave my Economist around and talk loudly about my awesome severance pay from Morgan Stanley. "Man I love having a year's salary up front! All play every day! Am I right, or am I right? Woo! Wilco!"
I had actually finished it on the subway ride over, so I just threw it out.
Then we dropped into a restaurant for a drink and to hide from the sun.
Figuring it was time to wait in line like Star Wars geeks at a movie premier, we went back to the pool entrance. Kaizar found the spotchy grass comfortable apparently. This is what living in San Francisco does to you: You just end up not carrying if dirt and earth is stuck all over your shirt. Sad, really.
We cut the line and moved into an open space near the very front. I said to Kzar before making the move, "Don't look at anyone or make eye contact. Just move and sit down. These punks won't do anything." True. All he got was a dirty look--the first of many as we would learn later--from the girl sitting nearby. "Whatever babe, that's how we roll. Now get us a snack."
Bam! Exactly. "Thanks little darlin'."
Oooh, so artsy. Rusted fence, just like that around my heart.
Me: Yo: Are you seriously wearing wool f'n socks on a hot day like today??
Kzar: YUP!
Um, and I guess Kzar sabotaged my camera here and took a self portrait? For his Facebook?
THIS IS FOR THE 
Hmm, I don't know. This shit looked pretty open to me. And not closed AT ALL.
Entering the pool area finally!
A TERRIBLE jump. Possibly one of the worst ever. I look like an Asian leprechaun doing a jig.
Kzar giving a much more respectable effort, demonstrating how he will do a reverse stage dive into the pit area later on. Note the blond girl on the right. More on her outrageousness later.
Lights, camera, music.
In the age of slim camera phones and digital pocket cams, we thought this guy was funny with his LEAST pocket friendly camera EVER. So we took a couple photos of it. I mean, dude, at that point, just pull the trigger and wear it around your neck. After Kzar snapped the second photo, the aforementioned blond girl angrily snapped her head to us and exclaimed, "Are you kidding me?" Kzar and I are totally confused and bewildered. She asked, outraged, "Are you taking a photo of my butt?" or some variation thereof. We stated that we were not only NOT taking a photo of her ass but that she wasn't anywhere in the photos AT ALL. And then we showed her the image playback as proof. Again, not only were we not taking a photo of her and she was also in none of the photos, but I didn't even notice her at all (as she fits under my "ambiguously shaped unmemorable anonymous white girl" category) until she opened her mouth. She continued to mutter to her embarrassed boyfriend (Sorry bro, you seemed like an alright cat). We tried to apologize and placate her by explaining what was amusing to us, and again showed her the camera playback. She looked. And then this, and I don't use this lightly, but because I found her so unreasonable at this point I'm going to go ahead and say-- fucking bitch, tried to escalate the situation by then tapping the camera guy, then pointed to us, and said "Those guys were taking a photo of your butt." Wow. This guy just thought it was funny and we joked about his camera. I don't even know how to conclude this story other than to say that she is the worst Wilco fan ever. And to that girl, if you ever see this: Get over yourself. You are not 
The opening act came out and she was surprisingly good. Notice the yellow shirted security guard in the front.
He was not feeling this girl, the fans, and later on Wilco at all.
Some of the guitars for Wilco. They used about 50 guitars it seemed through the entire show. I want one. And I would play the two chords I know on it over and over. And then the girls will like me. Right? Right? Hello?
Another guitar picture. Awesome.
Waiting in the front for the main act.
The waiting fans.
Some kid in crutches waving his crutch in the air.
Security guard taking a bow for initiating a "we are sick of waiting, come out" clapping round.
WILCO!!!
My favorite photo towards the end of the night of lead singer 
The masses filing out into the night, uhm, subway. MRod Nation commenter Krunky Munky is somewhere amongst the crowds.
No, it's not a Gap ad from 1999. Marvin (Ben), Hector (Anthony), Mike (Andy), Ian (Ted), Karynne (photographer!). 
Jason and Patrick--Thanks guys. This obviously could NOT have been possible without the help of you guys!
This cabbie was interested in what we were shooting. 
Lauren will probably ask me to remove this because she will absolutely hate the way she looks here, but last Sunday we met up at Aroma Cafe in Soho to mock the pedestrians passing by and catcall the fly model chicks.
On Wednesday I attended a work sponsored drinking session at a random outdoor bar on 105th and Riverside. One of my coworkers brought his groovy dog.
On Friday right as I was shutting down at work for the weekend and head home, Sophia calls with the offer of an extra ticket to a Mets game. When she said she thought the seats might be good on the phone, I didn't realize they would be THIS good. Field level good. They were definitely one of the best seats I've ever had at a baseball game.
The mascot Mr. Met came down to say hello to the kids. We. were. just. as. excited. OMFGMRMET!
These kids were definitely preventing us from being able to get our own photos with Mr. Met.
We tried to find an alternative way of getting a photo with him, except as Sophia helpfully pointed out, my large head BLOCKED Mr. Met...which is quite a feat considering the mascot is basically just a gigantic head wearing a jersey.
Finally we just opted for Soph pointed at the back of Mr. Met.
This fan had about 25 different signs, plus various prop hats and gloves that he wore and waved around.
A perfectly sunny baseball evening!
Kids in their privileged seats waving to Mr. Met for a t-shirt.
Not paying attention to the game at all. Someone revoke her ticket status.
That's what she said?
Something was happening above us.
I'm having a LOT more fun than I appear to be having in this picture towards the end of game, which the Mets easily won.
Thanks Sophia for the awesome tickets!
Munira and some of her friends decide to get shots. They seemed unenthusiastic about this decision.
I don't know what they ordered but those shots were gigantic (that's what she said?).
Ben!
Chris!
Pooja's temperamental attitude towards the camera. Right now, she's anti-camera.
"MRod, you don't understand. She is a bitch. See the back of my hand here? See it? Look at it. I just straight pimp slapped her with this hand. I've been working out. I'm skrong."
I just noticed that there are a lot of empty beer glasses on this table. Poor show.
Haha.
Pooja and Ben.
Chris and friends.
Birthday gurl looking kinda sober here.
Pooja and random guy sitting behind her. He was very happy to get a photo with her. You're welcome, guy.
Mun and her friend Katie--a fellow Providencer.
I can relate guy--trying desperately to continue a conversation with a girl who doesn't seem really interested. Pooja, you. are. such. a. bitch! Haha, just kidding, obviously.
And then one of Mun's friends was next door at La Caverna. And I think La Caverna translates to the "The Bathroom" because it smelled horribly in there.
Haha. The caption for this one is 
Then we went to No Malice (I can't believe we walked there. Sheesh.) Here's Pam with her friend (forgot your name, sorry!) from DC. What occurred here the last time I went did not happen again, unfortunately.
Note N's left hand. Excellent. I have to give props to Pam's friend for asking N and I if we wanted a drink. That behavior from girls, especially from someone who we'd never met before is...so...unexpected, but it was just really thoughtful of her. 
Ah, everyone's favorite social activity at the bar: texting other people to see if there are cooler people doing something better. Or trying to set up, as the kids say today, "situations."
Heading out back into the night for our respective destinations.
After I got out of the cab at my apartment, I suddenly decided that it would be an awesome time for a...shrimp salad with avocado, jalepenjo, cucumber and lettuce sandwich. Wow, 10 hours later that became a very poor choice I made.