I'd been living in NYC for almost five years and this was only the second time I'd ever managed to make it to the Met (which is embarrassingly criminal). The "arms and armor" display there is one of the craziest things I've ever seen in a museum.
After some frantic late night form-filling, I managed to make it over to the Penn Station Post office with my tax return with a whopping 46 minutes to spare before the tax deadline.
With the exception of an upcoming photo where Sarah is pouring an entire beer out on her own head, this is my favorite picture of her. Talking, smoking, drinking, DJing, pimping.
Speaking of pimping, this lady was walking around the party and people kept coming up to her and kissing her ass. After watching her run shit for like 20 minutes, I finally couldn't take the expense. I walked up to her and told her that I loved her outfit and asked if I could take a pic. She was like "But of course!" Afterwards, I was like, I hope this doesn't offend you, but who are you? She was like "Not at all, darling. I am Zelda. I'm a fashion designer." Does anyone out there know who this lady is? Or did someone's grandma get into some extra fabric and use it to escape a nearby nursing home?
After the party was over (aka - after the open bar ended) I headed back eastward and found my way over to Sid and Buddy's Thursday night karaoke party at Remote Lounge.