On Sunday night we met up with a bunch of people at a bar off of Grand Street to surprise Katie with a (welcome home?) party! Cynthia prepares a cupcake feast!
Did you know that Sing Sing is open until 5am on Fridays? We just kept on rocking (and drinking - let's hear it for BYOB!) until they told us we had to leave. Here's our satisfied karaoke crew settling the tab at 5:50am! Happy Birthday, Scott!
It's clear from this photo that we'd reached that magical point in private-room group-karaoke where there are no more "solo songs" and every single jam turns into a group sing-a-long. Here's the gang kicking off Total Eclipse of the Heart.
Later on in the evening, I took a picture of Jen bending over with the flash on and it went right through the pair of shiny, stretchy black pants she was wearing. I also really like how it looks like KT is pressing on Jen's asshole like she's ringing a doorbell. Bonus points to The Wang for laughing between her legs. I call this photo DING-DONG-DING-US.
A little before midnight, everyone left whatever little corner of the party they were in and headed to the main room to bring in the New Year together. Me and Cyn.
This picture is great in so many different ways. My favorite part about this picture is looking at Cynthia and Amanda and realizing that they totally remind me of...
...Vin and Josh from pretty much every photo I have of them in college. Here's a pic of Vin and Josh from 1998 for comparison's sake.
Rowr! Sexy! About 12 seconds after this photo was taken, we watch three huge bouncer drag a shirt-less, shoeless, bleeding-from-the-mouth man, out of the bar by his legs and throw him into the street. He limped to payphone on the corner and called 911 while the bar quietly ushered out some scary bikers that had apparently beat the shit out of him from inappropriately groping one of the girls (Good thing he didn't have a digicam on him!)
Several hours (and a hefty stack of Mr. Washingtons) later, we headed outside and called a taxi company to come get us. Here's Katie, Cynthia and Dahlia smoking (in the luxurious bare-cinderblock entryway).
When Siege leaves his little "SiegeLair," you know something special's going on. Here's the legend in the flesh with Cynthia and Katie. You don't even want to know where that finger's been...but more on that later.
