Doug was still in town visiting and was kind enough to run all over town with me and help set up for the party. It was a BYOB affair, but because all the bodegas in my hood close at 9pm, we scored a shitload of cases of PBR and a buncha bottles of booze for back-up.
...where as I went for the much grosser "put my beer in my sock" manuever. (Hey, I know it's nasty but it sure beats an "open container" ticket. Well that and the fact that the sock smell helps lessen the taste of the Bud Lite)
And by the time I got a second shot off, Sarah's hair was soaked and she'd plugged up the flow with her thumb to avoid smelling malty the rest of the evening.
Sarah attempting to recreate my favorite photo of her ever. My camera went off early so I only managed to capture a little dripple peeking out of the bottle.
Right when I got upstairs, Leigh hooked me up with a frosty, delicious Bud. The place was so crowded that Leigh danced the beer right out of my hand and onto the floor where it shattered. (I think it was because she has a HUGE crush on me and she was all nervous).
This is hands down the my favorite picture of Sarah Lewitinn. Right when I ran into her I busted out my cam and she was like "Oh, hold on a sec!" and then started pouring her beer out on her head.
Mad props to Jon Davis - he lives in the neighborhood and when we ran out of booze just past 4:30am, he saved party from drying up by busting out the number of some super-sketch Chinatown bogeda that will deliver booze and beer 24 hours a day!
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