On Saturday night I went over to Il Bagoto in the East Village to wish the lovely, lovely Sarah a happy birthday and say hi to her new and rad boyfriend Chris (seen here making the best disco smile face ever).
Around 10:30, the living room was getting over-crowded and people started spilling into the guest bedroom (Big Daddy, Fatty and Sarah pimp by the window).
Moments earlier I had introduced Sarah and Jim and Sarah goes "Oh, we've met." Jim, "We have?" Sarah, "Yeah, at Max Fish. You were real drunk and when we left you tried to make out with me at the subway." Jim, "Hmmm, that sounds about right."
Sarah showed up with up with her friend Malachi. (Malachi has since stopped wearing that hat and has made life easier for everyone by deciding to wear a t-shirt that reads "Please Kick My Fucking Ass!" instead.)
Late Saturday evening, two of Grant's friends, James & Charlene, arrived from London. They hadn't seen the sun in months, so on Sunday morning, we got up bright and early and headed right back to the beach!
Before I had to go back to the conference on Friday morning, Sarah took me over to a restaurant called "Bennett's Smut n' Eggs." This is a breakfast-oriented diner that has TVs all over the place playing hardcore pornography.
Before heading out of town, Sarah and I went joyriding in the pimpmobile one last time (and I snapped this amazing photo of her as we drove past some WWII airplane monument - it's one of my favoritest pics of all time).
Kate and Sarah in the cab. Actually, after this photo was taken, Sarah headed back uptown and Kate and I went over to Lakeside Lounge for the party's after party.
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