Next thing we knew we had a new best friend. (A best friend who, incidentally, liked to lift up his shirt and smack his belly loudly and repeatedly after each drink). Pauly can't believe it!
Later that evening, Sarah texted me out of the blue to tell me that a whole crew was meeting up at THE CONTINENTAL (of all places) to welcome some out of town visitors! I showed up to the table with THIS TRAY full of shots to rain tequila havoc.
Since you're at San Loco at 3:55am and there's still 5 minutes left before they stop selling alcohol why not just also order a couple of shots of tequila while you're waiting for your tacos, right?
The rain continued into the night ruining our plans to head into carnival town. So instead we just ended up going to the hotel bar and getting rip-shit drunk on Hite (Korean beer) and tequila!
So right around this point (5:30am) my camera died, here's a recap of the rest of our night: We got into Ramses car and he drove us (s l o w l y) to Alexandra's apartment. On the way there, Scott fell asleep in the front seat - when we got to Alexandra's, (it's totally daylight now and she lives in a tiny little apt/house in this weird neighboorhood of identical houses and there are roosters crowing) she and I got out of the car and Ramses started to drive away with Scott. I was like "Whoa! Where is he taking him? Aren't we staying here? " Alexandra was like "You are. He's going back to Ramses; place." I was like "Oh, no, no. We're a package deal." I chased down Ramses and hopped back into his (moving) car, and told him Scott was coming with me. He got pissed and he and Alexandra started speaking heatedly in Papiamentu (the local language is a pidgin mix of Spanish, Dutch, French and English).
Thursday night was Dennis Crowley's 27th Birthday, so I stopped by Ludlow bar to bestow best wishes upon the birthday boy. (This pic was actually taken from his account of the evening).
