C'mon sing it boys. Took the L back into Manhattan to First Ave and walked down to 8th street to check in on the Fatty's party. I got there at 2:15am and found that things were already in, as they say, "full effect." Here's Setty and Frank.
On the way over to some bar called O'Donohughe's, Crazy made friends with a homeless Puerto Rican guy and they sang us some songs together in Spanish. (Which was extra entertaining because, um, Crazy doesn't speak Spanish)
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."
