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Plakespear's private heaven: Van Halen on the jukebox & Pabst in hand.
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2/3 of the lovely ladies present:
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Spats & CUBUCK
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Look what I found in my purse the next morning:
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Thanks everyone for welcoming us to the city and kicking it off proper. TacomaLuv gets special bonus thanks for leading the pub crawl and giving me the Chinatown tour (mmm...sesame ice cream). Trayc gets a gold star for coming all the way in from Brooklyn -- in stylish shoes, no less. Plakespeare took charge of the drunk dial-o-phone with strong results. gravitylover stayed late at the bike shop just so I could pick up a map.
It's been hectic and amazing, and tonight involves even more insanity (my friend says something about violent pirate puppet theater.) More when I get back home and actually sleep.
Plakespeare's liver led the destruction derby:
But not for long!
I think you can see where this is going. Somewhere between drunk dials:
1) trayc has an uncanny ability to show up in the margins of almost any photograph
2) WTF
You know everyone has been drinking when bacon-topped cheese fries look REALLY good -- and when the ladies grab for them first!
Goodbye, NYC!