Friday night I went to Ayesha's "Red and Black and Optional Wig" apartment party. A couple of the photos below are taken by Praerna.
Cyrus (looking a bit out of it, haha) and me.
Nnamdi, great party host Ayesha, and me.
Praerna, Amy, and [I'm sorry I forgot your name]. This picture would have been a lot better if the caps were removed from two of the bottles. I think some guy off camera suggested this and was promptly told to shut up by one of these girls. Haha.
Laura from DC and her friend dressed appropriately per the party theme.
Then some jerk spilled ice all over the kitchen floor. Thanks Nnamdi aka Operations Manager for cleaning it up! SRSLY, thanks!
Nnamdi defending his reasoning for putting the spilled ice into the bag on the floor, instead of the sink where it could melt as sensibly suggested by three different people.
"DON'T PUT IT IN THE BAG!" "I'M PUTTING IT IN THE BAG."
I don't think the Thundercats ever cleaned up ice.
Charlie's Angel style in action.
Ayo sporting my awesome sunglasses that Lauren gave me earlier this summer.
Ayo, Amy, and Chris!
"This is all the whiskey that was left."
Chris FTWig! Pun!
Amazingly Chris's girl is not horrified at all.
[Deleted] Seeing two cute girls kiss never gets old. Some people complained about the depressing rainy dog photo I posted earlier. I hope this will compensate you. This photo is definitely going into a Last Night's Party Best Of and getting its own special frame around it here to signify its awesomeness.
HI-HOOOO! Ayo likes it!
Ayo wants to git in on that face mashing action.
Something hilarious happened apparently. I don't remember though.
Bicycle pile on!
And then we got this random woman walking by to get in on the fun as well.
I got solid Corner Bistro burgers afterwards with Nnamdi and then called it a night.
The End.
Optimistic Sarah and Annie.
Martin and his friend showed up later. Haha.
The main TV that we were sitting in front of was tuned to CBS which was always a good minute slower to call states for their respective candidates. The other TV--I don't know which channel it was tuned to--was a bit quicker. I think these guys were screaming when it was announced that Ohio was going to Obama.
The bar erupted in applause, hugs, high fives, and general gleeful pandemonium when they announced that Obama would be our next president.
These girls were happy to say the least. 
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. 
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. 
Clay and I grimacing our way to breakfast.
We went to the Air and Space Museum. It was cool when I visited in 11th grade. It's still cool today. I don't have photos of it, but if you go DO the interactive simulator. Holy crap it was awesome. It mimics barrel rolls and such so at various points Clay (he was the gunner) and I were completely upside. Definitely buckle up before it starts otherwise you are in for some serious hurt.
Rockets.
That's what she said.
Back of rocket is ginormous.
Sweet vest!
Outside we spotted this confused McDonalds van. It was tiny.
RRRRAWWWWRRR.
So vulgar.
Not sure who did this but I like it.
I wouldn't mind my taxes going towards improvements in our city's infrastructure, particularly modernizing out subways in NYC.
Another one. And then we headed back to the apartment to prepare for the party.
Clay's ginormous computer monitor.
Making drank.
Clay stirring it up.
Salted steak for the BBQ.
Awesome food on the grill.
And it's dang delicious.
Hahahaha. Chris and Jay setting up for beer pong.
The confident opposing team.
Two hilarious stories here. One, Chris in this photo when asked about his sweater, he insisted it was made out of "camel toe." HAHAHA. Second, he showed us his broken glasses. There's something hysterical to me about seeing someone, anyone, wear a pair of broken frames.
Haha! They found the douche-iest photo they could of Ben for his cake. It was pretty darn good.
And then the fireworks came out.
Wheee.
*Wheee!
"Uh Chris, I think you should back up a bit."
Temporary tattoos. Fun stuff always.
*Group jump!!! Note the awesome t-shirts specially created in Ben's birthday honor.
*Individual jumps!
*Clay!
*Me!
*Christina!
*Haha. Matrix style!
And then we all piled out and bar hopping.
Jay and me.
Haha.
Clay, Chris, and Jay.
Shot time.
At another bar.
I forgot this guy's name but for some reason he was carrying a ketchup bottle! lol.
See! Ketchup! Haha.
At another bar.
The awesome game of shaking your face and capturing the worst expression ever.
HAHA! JAY FTW!
Chris!
Birthday Boy Ben!
Tired and a bit drunk, we went home but not before ambushing Ben with one final celebration.
Haha.
The last sunset from my company's office in midtown.
The view of uptown Manhattan from our 41st floor. 
On Friday night, I met up with Lauren who was visiting for the weekend and had a fun dinner with her and Nnamdi at my new favorite restaurant. This is my insanely delicious short rib (which also came with a side of perfectly baked mac 'n cheese). Hilarious conversation. 
Hopped over to Max Fish where Lauren got her pinball on.
Then we went to Botanica predictably with these people. I forgot all their names, but I had a great time. Of course we got the dance party started here, even if it meant I had to get accosted and sandwiched by two very old women. The bouncer also that night was fantastic. 
Nnamdi giving a peace out to Brooklyn!
"You want another?" "No, I'm still finishing this one." "Great. Two for me." 
I forgot this kid's name as well but he was passed the f out. Luckily Botanica has some comfortable couches. 
Nnamdi said to me, before I snapped a photo, "Nah, that kid's going to wake up if you take a photo. He's been on and off." Sure enough, right at the flash, he opened his eyes. Haha.
Saturday night despite the terrible weather I headed out to Jon's birthday party. For once I decided to class it up and left my ripped jeans and v-neck t-shirts at home. 
Kevin and Chris! Chris also runs and creates the comics of 
Sophia trooped in from the rain as well and brought partisan mints.
Nnamdi and Stephanie!
Sophia pulls it off much better than I do. Hahaha.
Kevin does an AWESOME job of ruining what was supposed to be a nice photo of Chris and his girlfriend. Haha.
Kevin and Natalie (I think?).
Sophia actually does carry a calculator around in her purse. Dork. 
Sunday early afternoon I made my way to Esperanza for brunch. On the walk there I was silently cursing for having picked a place so far from me and a mere step away from his apartment. And then I stopped being mad when I saw him, because he was in crutches after having quite recently broken his ankle. 
Hector outside the restaurant. Sorry for cursing you in my head, Hector! Haha. Hope your ankle heels soon! 
Big pig roast outside a bar. I wish I knew about this earlier. 
Two Chileans.
Hector's roommate Will and me. The brunch here is a good deal (10 dollars for a small drink, coffee, and dish), except the wait can get hectic sometimes.
Pig slaughter. And boy does it look good! 
In Union Square I ran into a zombie procession.
Aggressive zombie antagonizing a street vendor.
Flannel and Mexican zombies.
The zombie-ness is the least frightening thing about this couple. That rabbit costume alone is the stuff of nightmares.
Pretty decent band performing.
Took Vamoose there from Penn Station. In what is developing into a pattern, I snagged the second to the last seat on this bus. Of course, this meant I had the seat right next to the restroom, which made me feel like a bathroom attendant handing out towels for tip.
After I arrived in DC, I got me some...SUPER POLLO!
Clay and his hammock. No bananas involved. Just a hammock. I want one of these in my apartment! 
*After dropping off my bags, we headed out to a bar. But first I really wanted to wear this sweet hat that was in Clay and his roommates' house. 
Jay, Chris, Ben, and Clay. Don't fret, that's just a BB gun. What's actually dangerous here are those mustaches they are sporting. This was about the only take I could get where they weren't cracking up.
This is more them. 
We then went to a bar nearby for a few drinks and silliness.
*Jay and his aggressive mustache!
*Amstel Light, Clay, and his gal Cristina.
*Asshole! PUNCH! For those that know what I'm talking about, Clay and our friends during high school were obsessed with this game. Obsessed! 
*Ben is attacked by hands.
*Ben's fiance Lauren is looking rightfully creeped out. LOL.
*Other than "LOL," I have no other comment other than the obvious one. 
*FIST!
My non-existent guns. Must. go. to. gym. more. We then went to another bar.
We walked by a long fence. It was pretty long.
Ben and Jay sat comfortably in the trunk. 
*Very comfortably.
Comfortable like sardines. 
Back at the house we goofed around with the silly hats. I'm a big proponent of this. I want to get more hats to just keep around the apartment. 
Clay keeping it fashionable!
I forgot the entire story but the housemates found this...random photo of this couple whom none of them know. This lovely but sort of disturbing photograph now sits proudly on their mantle. 
Hats!
Switch hats!
Switch hats! Haha. Seriously, this was so fun. 
Sidewalk sign outside the shop.
On the shelves.
Bubble gum machine with tarantula.
Lea enjoying a gum from the gum machine.
This picture makes me want to go vegetarian. Sorta. 
Old Tweety bird.
Remember that leopard earlier? Yea, it's just a jacket. Gotcha!
Rabbit.
Thanks to these guys for putting up with my presence and constant request to play Rock Band 2 (SO GOOD). It took them about 5 takes to get this photo because they kept cracking up and giggling like little girls.
RAWWRRR!!! 
Can't resist. That's what she said.
Bullfrog aka limeade concentrate and gin = delicious.
BBQ. 
Happy birthday Ben!
Hahaha. 
Photograph by 
Party started early for all the work folk so the club was pretty empty, except for friends of N's brother and that shiny suit dude in the corner. But eventually it went from like this to...
...like this.
Ayo!
N showing off his manicured nails.
Namik and Pooja!
Ayo taking a photo!
I liked this kid's t-shirt.
Don't forget to vote, ya'll!
Drunk brothers. Haha.
Friday night I went to my friend Nick's apartment after work for the three b's of BBQ, Beer, and the Boston Red Sox.
We sat in his backyard where they had a TV set up on top of the mini-fridge. I approve that set up. Afterwards we ended up going to a nearby bar to watch the rest of the fantastic win by the Red Sox. Really good times.
Before heading to the subway, Kaizar made me buy a Slurpee at the 7-11 near his apartment. I got half-Coke and half-Cherry. It tasted like half-vomit and half-cough syrup. In other words, 100 percent disgusting.
Kaizar loved his though.
The zoo is on the last stop of the line, on which the train midway emerges from the underground and runs above track. During the ride, I noticed this signage stating "Simply the best!" It instantly reminded me of 
Finally arrived at the zoo--starting with these flamingos.
Damn that's a lot of flamingos. But you may be wondering, "Why are these birds pink?"
Bam! Question answered with some knowledge and a Sharpie.
SHHHH. 
Don't call kangaroos "bears" you ignorant asses!
Man, this bear was so cute. All sleepy and shit.
Here's another sleepy bear. Not sure why the one above is locked up behind glass while the other one gets to be outside chillin'. Don't seem fair if ya ask me. You know how that guy in Alaska lived with grizzly bears until they turned on him and ate him up? Well, he was an idiot. He should have been chillin' with these bears instead. It'd be like hanging out with the muppets or something.
More bears.
I was trying to be artsy here, but instead all I got was this photo of pine tree plant things that are a dime a dozen. I wish these kangaroos would have boxed or something. Then I would have had something to photograph. 
AH, lookee here! A RARE WILD SPECIES. I think it's a DINOSAUR. Sarah Palin and I think they are still around. Or something.
This kangaroo is mad constipated. Ex-lax stat, zookeeper!
Kid and a peacock poster.
Nothing shouts "human interference in natural habitats" like a fucking tooting train with loud kids and their over adoring parents screaming through the zoo. 
A polar bear...wondering why he is so fucking hot. 
Nothing says a zoo is on a tight budget quite like plastic garbage cans and four square bouncy balls masquerading as "interactive" tools. Here's an idea: Give that polar bear a FUCKING SEAL or two to toss about. Or how about this: SOME ICE.
No wonder it's all messed up in there. Can't trust the Feds for anything except to collect my taxes and bailout irresponsible finance and insurance firms.
Interesting sartorial choice. Of course I'm going to take a picture. If I wore the native costume of my homeland, Korea, to the SF zoo then I won't be surprised if people want to take a picture of my skinny ass wearing a 
More bears. 
Come on bear. Do something. Go 
Come on buddy. Give me a fist pound.
Mama or Papa Bear.
Aaaarrrr!
Hahahahaha. I am 12.
This deer thing was mad friendly. Questionably friendly.
Right after this picture was taken, Sarah Palin popped up and blasted it in the face with a shotgun and yelled "YEEHAH! I GOT ME SOME DINNER! USA!"
Tiger.
Tiger yawning.
People love these tigers.
Lions.
This thing was pretty sweet. Probably one of the cooler looking animals there.
Another angle.
It's a giant eland. 
Kaizar crossing the line.
An otter. Man, these suckers glide like knife through butter. Mmm butter...
Poor Rhino. This thing didn't look too happy... :(
Penguins chilling. I wish they would have danced like in Happy Feet which I may or may not have seen. But you are probably wondering, "Shouldn't these penguins be in a cold place?"
NO!
Unfortunately we arrived at the zoo after the feeding. Darn. 
An allegory of Obama's vision: where all creatures great and small coexist peacefully. 
They all look so content. Haha. 
Yech.
Kaizar martyring himself for the animals. And then he realized that he had a conference call in a few hours, so he got up and off the train tracks.
Cub tigers. Pretty cute animals actually. 
But the whole cage was depressing...
Kids harassing a peacock that sorta just roamed the grounds of the zoo. 
The zoo had this pretty nice area area that attempts to mimic the African savanna, although this sign is REALLY stretching the truth with the whole "San Francisco's climate is similar" thing. If by similar, you mean NOT AT ALL, then yes, it is similar.
Savanna =/= San Francisco
The well manicured grass of the African savanna. Where are its denizens?
Oh, right. INSIDE. 
Giraffes are pretty cool. Tough to hate on 'em. 
"Yonder!"
Prey be THAT way!
Again, this dang peacock. 
Test your gorilla knowledge with this quiz that doesn't let you know whether your answers were correct or not. Argh! Why must you torment me so?! I must know the answers!!
After the zoo we headed over to Union Square. On our way, we the famous trolleys. The line for this was stupid, so I skipped it, although a big part of me wanted to catch this thing mid-sprint. 
Union Square...
I forgot what the Lonely Planet guide said about this thing in Union Square.
This public space brought to you by...MACY'S!
We were starving and after seeing all those animals at the zoo, I knew that I wanted a hearty meat-lovers dinner. On our way to this amazing Pakistani restaurant, we passed by this restaurant. The original perfect hamburger American & Chinese cuisine. It was tough to say no to that!
I realize this doesn't look appetizing but believe you me: it was delicious.
After dinner, we walked off the food by heading over to the City Hall area. During our approach, we started hearing some thumping bass music.
And we noticed this crowd...
What is going on...?
It's a freaking RAVE! In front of City Hall. Later on, Kaizar found out that it was some voter registration drive. Haha.
Kaizar ran into one of my friends there. Haha. This guy was a character: He had a court appearance there the next day as the lead defendant in a class action lawsuit against TransAmerica. 
Hmmm, should I get my rave on?
YES I WILL.
Haha. 
Taking one of the old thyme buses back to the apartment.
And then I freaked when I saw this old man. I don't know if any of you Columbia University readers recognize him, but I used to see him at Butler Library practically everyday. He would sit primarily in the lounge by the cafe with a huge stack of dusty old books. 
Kaizar's fancy bicycling shoes...
And my fancy bicycling shoes.
I seriously have not biked-biked since...college so I was slightly apprehensive. Good thing I had an awesome helmet. The hoodie over the helmet was my extra touch.
We rode by this museum. I actually did not go in because Kaizar the biking nazi wouldn't let me. "WE MUST BIKE MORE" he said. "Fine. Sheesh." I said.
After a nice moderately long ride, WE FUCKING MADE IT! WATER-HOOOOOO! I raise my bike triumphantly! I didn't die. San Francisco drivers: Ya'll a buncha pussies; New York drivers woulda definitely killed me.
We made it to the ocean. It looks...like the ocean on the East Coast. Oh well.
My alien head observing the beach.
Me and the Navigator.
Kaizar with his matching shiny silver helmet and shoes.
You heard me. Shiny fucking helmet...that's very lopsided.
Random windmill near the beach.
And then we biked by this farm where they harvest these animals, grind them up, and served in restaurants as "vegetarian meatballs that taste just like the real thing!"
Its backside. I know ONE of you is looking at this photo and getting excited. STOP IT. Deviant.
Kaizar's neighborhood subway stop. After a tiring ride and some resting at his apartment, we headed back out to Chinatown for dinner.
The Equinox in San Francisco is...very...grand.
We 
The leftovers. By the looks of this photo it looks like a bunch of 8 year old kids who don't like their vegetables ate here. No love for the broccoli apparently, which I blame solely on Akash as he is the resident vegetarian.
Haha. Kaizar got his I WILL KILL YOU look going on.
Akash is eating...just not broccoli.
Kaizar, Akash and I before we head out into the SF night. Where will it take us? At the time I knew not where.
P.S. Oh yea, they only brought out two fortune cookies. Hahaha.
While walking we came across this bus stop advertisement for the local zoo. Haha.
An antelope busting out a pained blue steele. Haha.
Akash is roadkill antelope (I think?).
James is affable antelope.
A sleeping security guard dreaming sweet dreams of Federal bailouts probably.
Me and Akash hetero-ally sharing one comfortable seat. It's fine.
The people for the night.
And then we hit the dance floor. Word to your mom.
AGAIN with the middler finger thing. SO RUDE. I really need to stop it. I apologize to you. And your mom.
What. The. Fuck. That girl was NOT with us and I don't recall seeing her at all. This is what happens when the camera is surrendered to amateurs. Horror is produced. I'm sure she's a perfectly nice and decent lady, but this is not flattering to that chick in the patterned outfit.
Yea, I got a haircut before I came out to SF.
Haha.
It doesn't look like any of us are having any fun.
A cheerful middle finger raised. I must stop.
I CAN'T STOP. I HAD to ruin this picture after I heard Kaizar say, "Here take a photo of JUST ME" and then he busts out this Crest Cheese Smile. I'm SORRY KAIZAR for ruining your photo!
After we left the lounge, we passed the same bank and saw a NEW security guard. This really excited me and Akash especially.
And we passed the same bus ad and made the girls get their photos taken with it.
She was not happy about this.
Sidewalk art.
US flag commemorating the events of 9/11.
Nothing screams relaxation like waiting for a flight at Newark Airport at 6 AM! Jealous? If not, you SHOULD have been.
My awesome $5 breakfast on Alaska Airlines. Jealous of this breakfast? If not, you SHOULD have been.
At the Seattle airport I discovered that my gate was located next to the 
Of course the one time my cell phone ran out of battery juice was on this morning, so I walked a bit in the terminal looking for an outlet to charge my cell phone. Exciting.
Palin Airlines. The most experienced airline in the WORLD.
Make-a-Wish that Wall Street recovers soon...
I was reading my Economist and really dug the cover to their technology section in this issue.
On approach to San Francisco airport.
I'M KIDDING. I LOVE IN-N-OUT and it's always the first place I want to go after I arrive in California. I got the double-double animal style 
Kaizar and his questionable alma mater allegiance as evidenced by his Stanford sweatshirt, a school that he has no affiliation with at all.
Kaizar and his roommates' nice apartment.
A few afternoon beers before heading out for dinner. Your random trivia of the day: Skol also happens to be a drinking toast in Danish.
Kaizar was taking a really long time drinking his Fernet. So I helped him by pouring some of my PBR into it. He was not pleased, but after some encouragement, i.e. challenging his manhood abilities, he was able to finish it.
PUMP IT UP YOU BITCH.
I was so exhausted after a grueling day of travel and passed the F out.
British billionaire and Newcastle United owner Mike Ashley recently visited hot spot Pink Elephant here in Manhattan and well, decadence and unlimited credit be thy name: He ran up a $216,107 and 51 cent bill there in one night, including approximately $60,000 in tips to waitresses and a four figure tip to security (who I think got the raw end of the deal). How'd such a tab come to be? Well, ordering 175 bottles of Cristal Champagne, the club's entire stock, is one way to account for some of that.
Met up with Pooja to go visit some gallery exhibit openings around her neighborhood in Chelsea aka an open bar 
One of the galleries we visited.
Aw, sad. Hollywood sign is on fire. I really like this piece actually.
Pooja preferred this one.
This was also interesting. In lieu of paint brush and paint, try a handgun and bullets.
Close up.
While waiting outside a restaurant, we noticed this taxi cab that had lights flashing like a police car. It was one of those masked police cars. So TRICKY! Memo to self: If throwing up in a cab, be sure it's not this one.
Dinner with Stan and one of Pooja's friends, Vijay (I think that's your name!). We are all wearing the male uniform du jour. Hahahah. But mine is striped, okay?
The AC was broken in the restaurant which made it boiling hot. Vijay requested a bucket o' ice.
Hah. Not sure what I'm doing here.
Pooja's friends Vijay and his gal Audrey drinking the sake.
Afterwards, we went to the Frying Pan, which is basically a bar...on a boat, for some party. Once we got there, Pooja started complaining about her heels. Being the good friend that she is, Audrey offered to switch shoes.
The transfer...
And the switch! Stan wouldn't trade shoes with me though. Way to not be a team player Stan.
Not our beers. It's kinda random to see a bottle of green Tabasco sauce in a place like this.
Mmm, Tabascy.
On our way out, Stan and Pooja pose with the...actual frying pan.
Saturday afternoon at the height of the rainstorm in Brooklyn, at least, I headed out to Stan's apartment for pizza, beer, and Guitar Hero.
There's something perfect about the aformentioned trifecta combo of pizza, beer, and Guitar Hero on a rainy weekend.