On Monday evening I met up with Liz and Frank for some East 6th Street Indian food action. Frank's not in any of the pictures because I was too busy taking pictures of our waiter falling in love with Liz. He kept bringing more and more random shit out to our table just so he'd have an excuse to flirt (/molest) Liz. (Check him out trying to use his lil' moustache to tickle her ear. Smoooooove.)
Having failed to properly woo Chiara, Ed bought the entire bar three more rounds of shots (I'm not kidding, he really did) and then tried his schtick all over again on Leila.
