After the reception was over, I took walked my rented shoes and fancy tux-clad self westward and became the most formally dressed person to ever be allowed inside...
The view down their block. So it was around this time that my "not feeling too well" turned into a full-on 102 degree fever. Between all the late nights and my nervousness about moving I'd literally made myself sick. I decided to try to find a bodega nearby where I could buy some Advil and juice and ended up wandering around aimlessly for a half an hour before I found a place. (My search was further complicated by the fact that everybody looked at me like I was a crazyperson when I asked about the nearest "bodega." They were like "Oh, you mean liquor store?" I was like "No, like a corner store. Like a place that sells bread and milk and cigarettes." They were all, "Yeah, a liquor store." Me (okay, not saying it but thinking it) "Yeah, whatever you fruity San Franciscan. Nice fanny pack." After securing juice, a sandwich and some med-i-cide, I got silly with Alysha's TiVO and spent some q-time with my buddy Tylenol PM.
On the walk home I realized that Meredith and Leigh's yellow and red hoodies made them look like they were playing "Mustard" and "Ketchup" in a 2nd Grade musical about the lunchroom.
Here's the enormous, creepy stuffed animal perched atop of the traffic signal box on the corner of Houston and Mulberry that I saw while walking up to Bar13 to meet up with...
After a few laps around the hood (and a quick glance at the foot traffic on the sidewalk to ensure no one we knew would see us getting out of SUPERHUMMER) we got to Blue Mountain BBQ.
Amber, Fatty, Vin, Aya and Kat all came over to my apartment and we had ourselves a few drinks and shot the shit - and then when it got late enough to avoid the crowds, we started walking west. Here's Amber (looking like a lil' Disney cartoon) and the Fatty.
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