Henceforth, I christen thee: David Bacon. (If anyone asks you can pretend it's after Francis Bacon. You can say that you admire his contribution to the modern scientific method with his insistence that investigation should always begin with observable fact...and not because you just really, really love bacon.
The next morning we got up and my brother needed a serious breakfast to help him recover from having been hit by THE NIGHT TRAIN! When you're super-hungover you do things like order pancakes...
On Sunday morning I was supposed to go to brunch at Clinton Street Bakery, but the wait was so long that we ended up going to AKA down the street. Here's Ben (cewbrity RIP) and Lindsay.
...I'll have you know that they both completely scraped their plates fucking clean! What's funnier than Sarah pulling the totally laid back "thumbs up for a job well done" face?
On Saturday, the morning before the party, I met up with Sarah, Niki, Eva, and Courtney for brunch at Clinton Street Bakery. Sarah and Nikki were both having trouble deciding between dishes so they both ended up ordering two breakfast entrees EACH! That's right, EACH!
And here's me with posing for the "I'm a big pussy who can only eat one breakfast" picture. Now before you go and start complaining that Nikki and Sarah were being wasteful because there's no way any normal human could eat that much...
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