Michael, Mandy and me. Shortly after this photo was taken, the entire party headed down the street to attend an after-hours warehouse party...that promptly got shut down after a huge fight almost broke out.
I'm writing this on December 11, 2010 - only 59 weeks 111 weeks later (thanks for the correction, Ralph. Bad math!), but I remember this night and it seems like a million years ago. Good times.
Later that night we went out to celebrate Lawrence's Birthday! Happy Bday, my tuxedoed friend! (This is the only photo I have from the night for some terrible reason. The pics from
his last birthday party are EPIC!)
Lawrence, Mandy and Michael! At first I thought Mandy and Michael were sharing a floating red leather hat, but that's when I looked closer and noticed Mr. Creepers McPeepers getting his L U R K on in the background.
And then Gina "SmellsGood BonJersey" showed up with Michael and our quiet little night of grabbing a catch-up drink pretty much turned into a rowdy mini-party.
...somebody's San Franciscian "wacky dad" showed up! Hahaha. Get aload of this guy. He recognized Michael from somewhere and started talking to him and Michael was clearly not 100% positive who the guy was and kind of uncomfortable talking to him. We did what any good friends are supposed to do when your buddy is stuck talking to someone they don't want to be talking to...
Michael was there with his friend who was in from out of town. Or that was at least his "I'm not used to these late bar hours" excuse before he promptly passed the fuck out on the downstairs couch.
At 1:17am Grant and Michael quietly gathered their things and announced that they were going to leave together and "you know, split a cab back to Brooklyn, because we sort of, um, live near each other."
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