August 28, 2004

Last Night in NYC

Well, here it is. After five weeks of frantically preparing to move out to San Francisco (not to mention having the craziest going away party), the big day had finally arrived - my last day in NYC before moving.

fatty, grant — In the AM I met up with Grant and the Fatty for one final Dim Sum brunch down in Chinatown. (Where after years of eating there with us, Fatty finally spoke up and told us "Hey, you know what? I don't even really like dim sum.")

amy k, fatty, me — Since we were all pretty much recovering from my going away party earlier in the week (and also since I'd used "Hey, I'm moving" as an excuse to party pretty much every single night for the past five weeks) we decided to play it low-key and have a mellow last night at Misshapes. Here's Fatty, Amy and I on the cab ride over.

fatty, grant, miss peepers — Where we met up with Amanda (seen here in a super-rare sans-glasses photo!) and Grant.

leigh — Soon after arriving I snuck into the back office to grab this little fucker (who does she think she is always hiding out in the back?).

leigh, me — Awwww.

grant, me — Speaking of fuckers, here's Grant and me. I met this fucker working at Nerve back in the summer of 2001 and aside from his short-lived stint out in LA, we've been inseparable ever since. Here's me making a face and trying my best to pretend I wasn't going to miss the shit outta him. (Awwww.)

amy k, leigh, me — Amy gets pensive while Leigh and I work at having chimp lips.

amy k, grant — Amy and Grant getting silly on the couch in the back. (I love this photo so much.)

amy k, grant — Ok, and this one too.

leigh, me — Who knew Grant's hat could so quickly transform Tinny into Debbie Gibson? (PS - Hey Tins, are you even old enough to remember Debbie Gibson? Hahahah).

grant — When the place cleared out late that night, Grant decided to humor me one last time by doing a flying David Lee Roth scissorkick off of the fucking bar downstairs. Hahahah. My batteries were dying and my shutter when off just before he launched into the air.

amanda, grant, miss peepers — After the insanity of my going away party earlier on in the week at my apartment, my official "last night in NYC" was feeling a little anti-climatic. We all sat around wishing we could think of something appropriate to hallmark the occasion. But after a while we couldn't think of anything and we decided to call it a night. That's when we headed outside and discovered that...

...clearly the LBJ (that's the Little Baby Jesus to you) had heard our prayers and made this drunk girl pass out on the pavement right outside of the party so we could document my last evening in town with some apropo fanfare! (Thanks for looking out for us, Big Guy).

fatty, grant — Seriously, who loves posing with drunk strangers more than us? (Ps - Check out Grant's "modern dance" legs. It's a nice touch, don't you think?)

leigh — After Leigh was done interrogating this girl's friend to make sure he really knew her and this wasn't a rohypnol date rape gone awry, we left our sleeping princess in his good hands.

Afterwards, Tinny came back to my apartment to help me pack up the very last of my belongings. Goodbye computer room!

leigh — Sad-faced Leigh helping me schlepp my stuff over to Meredith's apartment (Meredith was out of town for the weekend and was kind enough to let me stay at her place my last few days in town. Thanks, Mer!)

Before calling it a night, Tinny and I got matching "best friends heartsies" tattoos. Our hearts are never complete unless we're side by side. Awwwwwwwww... (Ok, maybe they're actually just fake tattoos that were included as part of my going present to help me fit in with homeless people in San Francisco. Hahahah).

The Next Morning

Cab ride from the Lower East Side to JFK.

Going...

...going...

...gone. Goodbye NYC (for now). San Francisco, here I (reluctantly) come.