Thursday was the monthly supper club with Tony and Stan. As always, great conversation, great (new) food, a bottle of red, and a split bill.
Friday was the opening night of the new documentary Catfish, which I saw with Lynda. After the screening, the director Ariel Schulman and the executive producer, Brett Ratner held a Q&A session with an enthusiastic audience. This is a fantastic film. I highly recommend it, especially for those of you actively plugged into the digital grid.
Saturday night I suited up.
Drinks from the 44th floor for the start of Kenny's big 3-0 birthday party. The 30 bus is pretty crowded now.
Cyrus, Kumar, and Kenny looking composed before it got too hectic. And for the rest of the night, I got my celebration and dancing on. Thank you to the blond later at the club whose name I misplaced.
Sunday, I nursed my hangover, wrote a few thank you letters, and rewarded myself for a hard week of work and play with some Halo Reach.
A $4 dollar umbrella has never looked so good.
Another reason why biking is better than driving.
Every women's favorite accessory.
It is indisputable that a slim pencil skirt with a plain white top is the most perfect attire on a woman (to wear in public).
On Saturday night I checked out the first American branch of Mario Batali's mega Italian mart 
In addition to the perfect weather, Sunday was quite excellent due to Mike, an old college buddy's visit. We had an action packed afternoon: beers by the pier, jaunt down the Highline, a stop at Standard's beer garden, appetizers at Ippudo, Japanese grubbing at Village Yokocho, and then ending the night with karaoke at Duets 35 with the above awesome photobomb by Mike. 
In exchange for bringing the lamp, I bribed her with food. She chose Burger Joint. The burger doesn't look too tasty in the photo, but trust me: it's good.
Mariya's pained-looking expression makes it seem like I forced her to pose for this photo, but this was all her idea.
On our way to the park by the piers on the west side, I became distracted by this fountain. It was also 90-something degrees hot this day so this was the perfect way to cool off.
Mariya runs in as well.
"Mariya, put your face in the water." "OKAY!"
"I'm running in there again!"
I seriously couldn't get enough of the fountain. It was so fun. I remember once when I was approximately 11 years old, I got so distracted by this children's fountain at the Winter Palace (I believe) in St. Petersburg that I became quite lost from my mom. Pretty scary experience when you're 9 and worse, you're surrounded by a bunch of COMMIES. Joking.
And then we randomly bumped into 
Went to 
View of downtown Manhattan from Brooklyn.
Delicious Red Hook lobster roll before I devoured it in 15 seconds.
This 
The red circled building is where my office is located.
It's interesting to see that Inception had an impact on graffiti artists and taggers as well. By the street sign, I want to say this was taken in Fort Greene, Brooklyn, but to truly know we need to go deeper.
Correction: 
Some reassuring words to those bewildered and lost within our subway system. (Apologies for not remembering where I grabbed this from.)
Before karaoke, we usually eat and drink somewhere beforehand around KTown. Bon Chon and their magical fried chicken is often the default location. While eating, we noticed that Ayo has an OCD way of eating his chicken. While the rest of us tossed the bones into the communal trash, Ayo neatly and obsessively lined his up like some twisted fried chicken graveyard on his plate.
During dinner Mariya regaled with tales from the most dramatic wedding ever, a wedding where she was deeply bit by a dog. Here, she showed off the bite and by show I mean, we held her arm down so we could look and go "ewwwww."
Once at Duets, it didn't take long for us to shift into karaoke fifth gear. This picture was taken around the third song I believe and people are already standing on the seat.
I won't say who but Rolando accidentally knocked off Andy's glasses which meant for Lynda: PHOTO OP!
Ayo too concurred: PHOTO OP!...as Andy points at his blind eyes, "Ummm guys..." Andy had been talking about getting new glasses anyways so I think we actually all did him a big favor.
I don't remember what we were singing, but apparently Ayo and I are the only ones that think this song was worth raising our arms for.
Rolando FINALLY recognized the song. And he was happy.
RAWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
I was saying to Andy, "I'M SORRY I SPILLED YOUR DRINK ON YOUR SHIRT. I WILL BE WILLING TO PAY FOR ITS DRY CLEANING." Andy replied, "IT'S OKAY BRO."
Whatever Mike was singing in the background this whole time was making us dance!
Lynda singing earnestly. Andy thinking "What am I singing??" Jay photo bombing.
Andy hitting them high notes. His fallen testicles are somewhere on the ground.
I'm speechless. Just when we think Andy's run out of expressions he pulls this.
Lynda wants more Bon Chon fried chicken.
We all had been waiting for over an hour for 
We went crazy for Jodeci except for Lynda who had never heard it before. I can sense your outrage. Lower your pitchforks people.
The crowds in Soho camera-ing President Obama's 
An ingenious usage of the NYPD barricades.
On Saturday I was invited on a bicycle tour of gourmet shops around downtown Manhattan that was organized by a friend of a friend. One of the participants wore this Evel Knievel helmet which I thought was just way too cool for school. The age of the owner of this helmet that I coveted? Seven.
At a rooftop party a couple weekends ago in Williamsburg we spotted a R2-D2 cooler.