Hey, hey! Look who's back in town! Woooooo! That's right, well rested from a jaunt in Spain, the Grizza met up with Vin and I at the Chinatown blacktop park to play night frisbee with the new light-up frisbee I got.
So we were dancing at Misshapes and all of sudden I see this girl on the dancefloor that I recognize, but can't place. And then it hits me, she was the crazy drunk girl that Vin was chatting up some random night over two years ago at Pioneer Bar. She graciously posed for a reunion photo. Aw.
After the Hole we went back to Pianos to check out Carlos
D's birthday party. Neither of us know
Carlos, but we figured the party was probably worth checking
out. When we got there, it was a private deal and the doorman
wouldn't let us upstairs. We were just about to leave when
Carlos came downstairs, looked at us and said, "I recognize
you guys from being around all the time!" and invited us upstairs.
So nice! So Carlos, thanks. I will return the favor by encouraging
my readers to download their very own Carlos
D. Instant Messenger Buddy Icon.
Some people pride themselves on knowing when a party's "winding down" and leaving at the "right time." But anybody who really parties knows that those people are pussies who are just trying to come up with an excuse that sounds cooler than "If I'm going to make it to work tomorrow I really should've been in bed over an hour ago."
I don't have a picture of whatever Amber did next because I was too concerned with making sure I captured the "hard as nailz" stare Vin was using to intimidate Amber and throw her off her game. Chilling.
...DANCE CONTEST! Woo. Here's my man Vin bringing it back to the old school hardcore show days by "picking up the change." (Check out the dudes in the background all like "Oh no, he didn't!")
After the SPIN party, I walked over to C-Tav (that's Cherry Tavern to the rest of you) to meet up with my man Vin and hoist a few Tiajauan Specials (A can of Tecate and shot of bad bar tequilla for $4!) PS - Rarely do I point it out, but I'm really good at taking pictures where you totally can't tell that I took it. Let's hear it for my freakishly long arms!)
The night wore on and the place started to clear out, but we all kept on dancing. I thought I was being all sneaky trying to capture picture of Vin "in action" practically by himself on the dance floor.
Afterwards, Grant and Jen Choi pussed out and went back to my apartment to crash (Grant had just got back from LA and was crashing in my spare bedroom because he still a subletter in his place) and Vin, Amber and I went on to Lit to be idiots and dance. Check out Vin's raver-face. So awesome.
Oh, and because he was still shit-hammered and decided that it would be really funny for me to take a picture of him sneaking into my spare bedroom and waking Grant from his drunken slumber by attacking him "Evil Tiger Ninja" style. Hahah. This picture doesn't even begin to convey how "not ok" with this Grant was.
(Dear San Loco, How come when I'm drunk I can't help but eat you even though I know you always make feel sick? Your Friend, Brian.) After dos guaco tacos, Vin asked if he could crash on my couch because it was too late to bother going all the way back out to Brooklyn.
...we headed to some reported band's afterparty that was taking place at some weird Chinese afterhours club that was (of all places) on my block! The party was dead and over when we got there so instead we just fucked off and took artsy pictures through the fish tank there before calling it a night.
If you look at the first pic, you'll see Vin's making the "Ahh! What are you doing to me?" face - but in the second one he's caught on and is smiling. Sooo funny.
Afterwards, we headed downstairs and found it even emptier than upstairs. I had my fancy camera with me from the Franz show, so I busted it out and started taking pictures of Vin and Amber.
After the show, I went to Lit to meet up with Amber and Vin. I got there around 2:30am and between the cold weather and the late hour, the place was practically empty.
Vin and Amber weren't up for braving the late-night trek back to their place so we all somehow managed to navigate back to my place. Check out Vin holding his head. Hahaha.
I'm not a big fan of pot, but once in a blue moon, like in the middle of an impromptu afterhours dance party, it's just what the docta ordered. (PS - Look at everones' faces in this pic. So great).
