hitting billyburg on SF's last night

epic coney island

started off with a hilarious, zombie/vampire/psycho-filled train ride out. the plan was to ride the `world-famous CYCLONE' but after i eschewed the bumber cars (with memories of traumatic childhood injuries still ringing), after i shot every target at the shooting gallery and amy shot none (`my gun didn't work!'), after the freakshow and after the `super-intense' kiddie ride, amy lost her lunch in a convenient trash can.
obviously Beer Island was a wash and was left to later, less sickening trips.

rooftop birthdays

(pre-tequila that day) (post-tequila from the days before)

midget-arm reenactments

rock band love

amy gets dragged into my favorite playground.
where i have new BFFs, one of which happens to be the manager and promises to `hook me up'

amy's first night/morning

starting the evening out at 2 am, never a good idea. resulted in much sticker-stealing from the walls of the club, a random midget-arm and drunk iphone texting.
oh, and taking candy from strange taxi drivers.
to quote dg the next day `WHO WAS IN CHARGE?'

flash (with no flash) + adams morgan

many many greyhounds. and much much talk of booty.
maybe too much

a Hot Set find

random street art alert

in the far reaches of red hook

want. that. shirt.

`do it for steve!'

said the girl who's never even met steve. but knows a boys' night when she espies it from a distance. and has heard d and g talk about it enough to know.

as for JF, the saving grace of pineapple express. the stoner grin. the cheekbones. the guffaws.

i miss yogi.

`a ticket to the next presidential love elections'

one person in the world perhaps - ok, maybe three - know what this refers to. stepping off of the F train to transfer to the G on your regular car, to hear a querulous `s...is that you?'

and then: `you LIVE here? you antisocial bitch.'

nyc is so very, very small.

and why do i always get busted in the biggest cities in the world?

WRAP

more birthday shenanigans

the expressions of others

the stripper and the trollop

you'll have to zoom in on your own to see the birthday girl's enraptured expression. stayed 5 minutes and spent the next day repressing the memory of the experience. but someone's 30th was made extra special. gulp.

how i remember you

happy happy!
get kraused.
see you soon
xx s

joss whedon is my master

love

neil patrick harris. who knew.
nathan fillion. had no idea i could adore him more than i already do.

``how are things with cheesy on the outside?''