Tuesday night Amy Albano (who had just gotten back from six weeks of backpacking in South America, hence her browness) and I went over to the LES to meet up for Meg Wicker's bday party. Happy Birthday, Wick!
As soon as we walked in the door we spotted Hope. Despite the fact that I hadn't seen her since '93 (what's up, ten years?!?) she looked almost exactly the same (minus the totally hot B.U.M. Equipment stirrup pants and Candies™ she used to wear. (Aw yeah, Jersey lemme hear ya!).
Amy and I met up in Manhattan and took the NR out to Park Slope. Turns out that Southpaw, the venue PJ's gig was at, was right around the corner from the apartment Amy and I were roomies at when I first moved to NYC in January of 2000. Here's us posing with the freaky Zulu Lady statue right outside of our former subway sto
