April 10, 2002

Out With The Karens

Sometimes, just to do something completely new and different, we say fuck it and go drinking. Yep, and sometimes we enlist two girls named Karen to join us in drink and merriment.

josh, karen marsala — This is Abaya. Even with our friend Matty spinning records there, two cute girls accompanying us, and the promise of free booze inside, I still had to practically drag Josh kicking and screaming through the door.

josh, karen landes, karen marsala, me — Actually, he just made me say that because he's afraid his "real" indy friends will disown him if they see these pics.

josh, karen landes — My, my, this free champagne is smooooooth.

karen landes, karen marsala, me — K. Landes, K. Marsala and B. Battjer.

josh, karen landes, karen marsala — The "wank" factor was getting to be a little much over at Abaya so we crossed the street south and headed over to Baramundi (where the wank-factor was just plain off the charts).

josh, karen marsala, me — Well, you don't say!

josh, karen marsala, me — Spitroast, y'all.

josh, karen landes, karen marsala — The meat in a Karenwich.

karen marsala — Karen learns the hard way: Even fancy toeless boots are still susceptible to snagging on a shitty piece of toilet paper. HA!

josh, karen landes — Back in Brooklyn, we headed over to The Abbey.