Super late that night I went out and had drinks with Amy K (who's pretty much the only person in the world who's worse than me at updating her website). Jeesh!
...Amy K! Yay! While doing shots, I'd gotten a text from her that some serious karaoke was going down at Second and Second and I responded to that shit like Batman does to the Batsignal (the notable difference being that Batman doesn't usually turn up sha-sha-shitfaced).
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.
Late night outside. Tinny getting sad because we realized with my impending move to San Francisco just ten days away, this was my 2nd to last Misshapes attendance (or so we thought at the time! Doh!). But that doesn't mean that she wasn't wishing me...
Towards the end of the night, Amy got all hardcore and declared that she was going to finish the bottle of Stoli that was on the table. Hey look, you're almost at the, er, bottom.
At the opening party for some dive bar in the East Village. They didn't have their liquor license yet so get got free glasses of (ow-my-head) champagne.
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