Chilling in Soho.
Erin makes a visit to NYC. Mmm, hot and muggy New York afternoons.
Mariya shows no love for the camera. Who the fuck does she think she is? Paris Hilton?
Akash is also visiting NYC.
We then got pizza at my favorite joint (on Thompson and Spring). Mariya eats her pizza really really fast.
We then went back to Kzar's apartment to drink and watch the drama that is The Hills. Kzar is captivated by Heidi's emotional breakup with her boyfriend. Thank you MTV for letting me live vicariously through the lives of 18 year olds.
Look your best ever with Miller Lite.
Akash enjoys the photoshop wonders of Maxim girls.
Akash, she isn't going to become real if you offer her Miller Lite. That only happens in beer commercials.
Cy also stops by. Kzar offers a hungry Cyrus some frozen tacos.
Cab ride downtown.
Heading to Kush. Since we have one too many, Erin hides from the cab driver.
Peace in the middle east.
Some hookah action.
Erin, don't drink that! That's a candle!
A belly dancer gives us a show.
Someone gives her the thumbs up.
That would be Cyrus giving the belly dancer a thumbs up.
Akash using the pick up skills he learned from Maxim.
Cy gets in on the hookah action.
Hanging out in a hookah bar is gangsta.
Group jump!
Kaizar insisting that Erin look at his tongue. "ERIN! LOOK AT MY TONGUE!"
On our way to another bar, I noticed a guy getting his photo taken with a sneaker.
Yeaaa.
We met up with Kenny and his friend.
Cy horrified at being molested by this random chica.
The most action Kzar's gotten in a while--a bike.
Then we got some food at St. Marks.
Cyrus reenacting a scene from LL's new music video.
Passing out.
The End.
We pre-gamed with a bit of improvised margarita action in Kzar's apartment.
Made by mixologist Cyrus, it wasn't quite a margarita, but it was pretty dang tasty--contrary to my expression.
I'm explaining that I'm just not the biggest fan of tequila after too many heavy bouts with it during my freshman year (The tequila won, I lost).
Cy loves his fruity margaritas.
Two cheers for Kzar
In the cab ride, Cyrus delivered an unprompted polemic about women and mustaches.
Group photo. Aww.
Cyrus offered to by Cristina a drink and instead, she vaguely replied with a list of liquors that she likes. Cyrus returned with this triple shot. Haha.
The roommates of E. 50th Street apartment reunited!
Lauren, one of the party organizers, shows off her bag of "dares" handed out to people as a way to encourage people to talk to strangers. I stayed in the corner with my dare and talked to Cy and Kzar.
Kzar's sister Mariya and her friend. Right after this photo was taken, big brother Kzar doing his brotherly duties, warned Mariya about the dangers of smoking. Truth.
Munira and her dare.
Mmmm. Overpriced drinks in plastic cups. Classy!
And after a few drinks, a dancing Cy!
Patrick talking shit about people with Cristina. These two people totally heart Brooklyn.
Chillin' with one of Cristina's friends whom I met a long time ago.
Me and Cy.
At Delancey, if you buy sophisticated drinks (Vodka tonic doesn't count) and wear a skinny tie, they give you a real glass.
Mariya gets a bit belligerent when she's had a few. Look at her expression!
There's a lot of teeth going on in this photo.
Hot and sweaty (and in Cy's case, sneering).
Drinking since 7 combined with the heat overwhelmes Cy and he eventually decides to take a little "nap." A bouncer later walked by and gave him a poke to see if he was still alive. A brother can't sleep in peace anywhere.
A violent jump.
Leaving the bar to get some grub.
See I told you--belligerent Mariya.
Cy likes his fries.
Cy also really, really, really likes his ketchup.
While waiting for Cyrus at his apartment, I took me some artsy photos.
It's artsy, because it's in black and white.
See. Not so artsy.
Heaven to me is sitting on a stoop on a nice sunny day in NYC, listening to Tribe and watching the people go by.
Once in Cy's apartment, we enjoyed ourselves one...and...two...and...three cups of rum and Coke.
You can't tell by his expression here, but he is STOKED to party.
Cy is also very stoked by the Pussy Cat Dolls--so much so that he actually purchased their music video from iTunes. He's just keepin' it real.
Door mat outside of the apartment. It's funny, because if you add an extra "T" to "mat," you'd get my name. Fucking hilarious, isn't it? Isn't IT?
We had mojitos and amazing Cuban food at Cafecito on 12th and C for dinna. Highly recommend.
Lauren, representing the white contingent, shows up to join our crew.
The bathroom wall at the bar we were at. This is how you know how truly worthless a penny is.
The salsa experts doing there thang.
Kristin (about to give someone a high-five I think) and her friend (I forgot your name--Sorry!) show up at the hookah bar.
Cy intently focusing on the pipe. Look at his level of concentration.
Apparently Kristin's friend (far left) didn't get the memo that she should smile in this photo. Anyway, check out my hot recessive attached earlobe action! WOOHOO!
Now we're all on the same page in this photo, except that my gigantic hair is covering half of the photo. [Memo to self: Haircut ASAP]
These are some of Lauren's friends who showed up briefly for a drink and a few songs before peace-ing out.
Kristin and friend getting their groove on.
After the hookah bar, we went back to the Latin scene. This wannabe Casanova attempted to dance with every girl that walked by. He finally succeeded with this girl in the photo and took full advantage of the situation. "I've got five on itttt." 
This girl showed up with the girl in the previous photo. DAYAMMMM. Rubenesque girls need their lovin' too from anonymous guys in bars.
Hot and sweaty and tired.
But not so tired to jump! Haha. Lauren was at first puzzled at my request that she jump, but once she understood, she got so into it. Haha.
Lauren trying to force a levitating Cy back to the ground.
A badly timed jump. The generally reliable SD400 camera had a difficult time focusing in the dark.
Success! Dang-I just noticed that Lauren is jumping in heels. Girlfriend is gangsta.
I'm all like "I'm too fucking cool to jump."
Oh, who am I kidding? Let's jump!
Cyrus demonstrating some serious vertical hops. Black men can jump, it appears.
All this excitement is just too much for Lauren.
The owner of this car is really stoked to see a drunk hysterically laughing girl sitting on his car.
Finally done with jumping, we decide to head home.
Strike a pose.
Some late night poetics: Phantasmal apparition in the night.
Demonstrating what I've learned from "So You Think You Can Dance."
"Bicycle bicycle bicycle"
"I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle"
"I want to ride my bicycle"
Waiting for our food at the diner.
Um, so my BLT was awesome.
Haha. A drunk Cy.