Sinboy's New York Shenanigans

2008-08-11T10:32:00.000-07:00

Djing went fucking great! The party started off a bit quiet, but at ten all these mad people with inflatable Dolphins and mad clothing came in, as well as OMG Michelle, and it got hot hot hot. I danced like a goon and drank like an irish man. Getting back up there tomorrow.

2008-08-11T10:05:00.000-07:00

Le jour a la plage. Trop beau...

2008-08-11T09:29:00.000-07:00

Went with Lynn, Andy and Alana to Coney Island the other day. Coney I sland is the sea side resort at the most southern point of Brooklyn. The main attraction, as well as the sea, is the fun fair they have. The resort was built at the beginning of the 20th Century and was very popular. During the Second World War it's popularity declined, but then grew again in the mid seventies. The area is pretty fucking cool, very old school meets Burlesque. Everything is pretty trashy, in a nice way. All the rides look kinda shit, but are charming as fuck. Hand painted signs with vivid colours are spattered here and there. There was also an empty lot, in the middle of two buildings, with a fence blocking it off and a sort of platfrom in front of it. Upon further inspeccion I read the sign, 'Shoot the Freak' and notice the paint ball guns. AMidst all the garbage in the lot there was someone dressed in a hairy costume who darted in and out evading people's shots. He was too quick so I asked whether instead of him I could just take a pop at a crack head on the promenade, there's plenty of freaks around there. But once again my perfectly sane reasoning fell upon deaf ears. We had a wicked few hours, lounging in the sun and drinking cold Corona's. Wish it'd never have stopped.

2008-08-07T09:33:00.000-07:00

TONIGHT!

Not sure how I get myself into these things, but tonight I'm gonna be Djing at Bodega, opening for OMG Michelle and Dj Kingdom. OMG Michelle are a 5 piece lesbian hip hop group. It's gonna be ghetto dirty, booty shaking, freak dancing, fist pumping, floor grinding, finger licking madness!

OMG MICHELLE

2008-08-04T13:22:00.001-07:00

BOOM!

2008-08-04T13:02:00.000-07:00

Holy shit, the shows at Bodega are getting wild baby! Last couple of times were out of hand. Firstly I present you Attitude Problem. This is fight music. For real. Three guys playing fast heavy core and a singer... who doesn't sing. Instead he just fucking fought with every public member. He broke two tables, two chairs, a light and a microphone. I seriously have never seen anything like it. I guess this is sort of what GG Allin might have been like. I smashed a beer on his head, which he seemed to appreciate. Here is the man himself and the souvenir he left on the wall.

The last night we saw Monotonix, a band from Israel who went ape shit. The club was packed and I jumped around so much I lost the three kilos and a half that make up my total body mass. I am now a wisp of smoke with fingers. Shit a brick, that was fun fun fun.

2008-08-03T12:00:00.000-07:00

I'm part of a group show at the Chicago Art Institute. The project stems from the fact that polaroid has discontinued produccion of Polaroid film. All the projects look at Death and Extinction through the eyes and lenses of 6 Chicago artists and 6 New York artist (I'm all New York now, Brooklyn represent! Bucharest yo! Que pasa Madrid?!). If you're in Chicago check the show.

2008-08-02T12:33:00.000-07:00

New Yoik New Yoik. Two weeks left here, ho hum. Went n' saw me some good ol' art the other day. Met up with Gabista and we headed down to the Moma. The swarms of tourists down there made me chew my tongue off and shit a lung out, but I persisted and got myself a healthy dose of 10 second masterpiece viewing. And thus:

2008-07-30T13:16:00.000-07:00

Things I see and like:

THE MOTHERFUCKING DEATH SET!

JUICEBOXXX

2008-07-30T12:14:00.000-07:00

Fuck me yesterday was weird.

Met up with the great Gabi, who's come a few days to New York after being in some kind of corporate bootcamp turned drunk college fiesta up in Canada. Had a walk around Bedford and took some pictures, waiting for my new tat session.

A few days ago I saw a small tattoo parlour near the apartment, and having been ridiculed by all the small girls with massive sleeve tattoo's that live in NY, I decided it's time to get the new one. I walked in and was greeted by a nice Polish girl (this is the Polish area of Greenpoint) who tells me the tattoo artist is in the back. I meet him, check out some of his work, and all seems good. He looks like an Americana devotee so it sorta seems right. I show him the design and he tells me he'll sketch it up and I can come in a few days. I pay my deposit and leave.

A few days pass and I return. I'm wearing my Fred Perry and a decent sized hangover. I walk in the shop and see two massive guys sitting down. One has the same shirt as me, which we both remark. They tell me the other guy can't do it, but they can help me out in a couple of days. I breathe and start to notice small details. Small details like the crudely tattooed 'SKIN' on the centre of my tattoo masters forehead. Or like the various Iron Crosses that adorn his arms and neck. Or the fucking 'SKREWDRIVER' cd that's playing. Great...I'm getting a tattoo from White Power Bill.

But alas, yesterday they fucking cancelled again. I call Andy 'Chiefmag' and he's hanging at the park with Alanna from the Ninjasonik video. I get my bike and ride down there. The sun is finally fleeing and the air is cool. We sit on the grass and Andy offers me a beer. With yesterday's aftertaste of tequila in my mouth I crak a can open and take a sip.

"Yo put it in the bag" Andy tells me.

True, no drinking in public here, put usually a paperbag is passable, and what the fuck, we're in the Park. Lovely Alanna gets up to go to the toilet, and Andy and I chat about random bullshit and most probably ladies. Then I feel a dark presence looming, and as I look up...Whoosh! The first police bycicle circles us, then the second. Balls.

The motherlovin' Po Lice.

"Whatcha got there boys?"

"Errrrmmm...beer Sir, is there a problem?"

"Get on the ground now! Hands where I can see them!!"

That last bit is fake.

But they did check up on us for a while, called a cop car, checked on us for another long while, tried to intimidate us, gave us a 25$ fine, and let us finish our beers. Baffling.

Yesterday was also myfriend Nicole's birthday. She was turning 28, so she obviously celebrated her birthday at Chuck E. Cheese, a fine establishment which caters for the entertainment needs of 4 to 12 year olds, providing them pizza and games where you win tickets, with which you get prizes worth less than the amount you paid for your tickets. In conclusion...ermmm not sure yet. Andy, Nicole and I all worked together in Italy so we spllit from the park and head toward Atlantic Ave. on our bikes. On the way there I saw death, once again, in the form of a Portorican in a blue sedan flying down a side street, and my 20$ stolen bike. But, once again, fuck you death!

We arrive at Chuck E Cheese and are approached by some 14 year old hoodlums.

"Yo, you need to pay a fee to get past here"

"Fuck your life"

Quick and easy.

We enter this joint and it's all kids screams, running around, coloured fucking plastic balls, ping dings, and lit up machines. Andy also informs me they don't sell beer. Two employees at the entrance look us down, waiting for us to run away like the pedophiles we look like.

"What can we do for you?"

Strong on our moral grounds of not going under 14 we tell tell them we are attending a party and I do a sort of wavy thing with the birthday card we picked up on the way.

Inside I feel like all this joy is bringing me more, quick, sugar filled death. Good to see Nicole though, but baby, next time it's a BAR! I also bump into the hoodlum again, who continues to piss me off prompting more cursing from me and worried looks from parents. He informs me he's going to Fuck me Up (tm) outside, and at some other point asks me if I don't like him cause he's black. I tell him no, just cause he's an asshole. I love fighting 14 year olds, they are soft and maleable. Old ladies are pretty good for kicking too.

We finally left and came back up to Bedford, where we met Alanna and Lin, two bubbly, drunk honeybabies. One drink turned into lots and it seems I'm marryin Lin sometime soon. You're all invited, open bar and nakedness assured.

2008-07-23T10:55:00.000-07:00

Someone better throw me a shout out or I'm gonna post even more irregularly...

2008-07-23T09:59:00.000-07:00

Life sometimes is hard.

Yesterday I got up and got a call from my buddy Andy Smith. "Yo man, we're shooting the Ninjasonik video for Artschool girls. Go round my house, get my camera and come down". I hopped on my bike, and 20 minutes later , a wet t-shirt and several kilos lighter I arrived at the Bodega. So instead of going to do some artwork somewhere, which was my original plan for the day. I spent it drinking and looking at lovely girls dancing, which was a rather pleasent plan B. I got crunking, got one of the girls numbers, and got my mural shot as a backdrop for the band. Score!

Well....I hope I do anyway

2008-07-21T14:22:00.000-07:00

Just felt the need to add that although New York is pretty kickass, and the live music is much better. We party much harder in Bucharest. Here all the places close at 2, and people go home. I'm starting to get drunk and everyone else is hooked up and yawning. In Bucharest we party like it's 1999 every fucking day of the week.

And I love that

Oh yes I fucking do

2008-07-21T13:47:00.000-07:00

More about Bodega

Chief 14 is out!

2008-07-21T12:46:00.000-07:00

Where did the last few weeks go? Let me go back a bit.

It seems that everyday there are interesting events to go to in New York.

-I've been to a punk party on a boat, floating down the East River, with Captain Birdseyesteering, and a bunch of hipsters rockin' the boat like it's 1977.

-Went to the Os Gemeos exhibition, which was so good I fell to the ground and lay there sucking my thumb for a few hours. Gave props to one of the Pandolfo's and saw 'Seen'.

-My friend Andy is doing a series of interviews for a magazine. Last Thursday he invited me along and we met up with Dj Funk, who told us all about how he loves bitches, ass, money, titys, ho's, booty, benjamins, honeybabies, sweet honeybabies, hundreds, and from time to time ladies (nasty ladies). It was kind of cool to be dancing on stage with him though.

-Met some uber rich kids and had a night on acid on top of a building overlooking Central Park. The building's entrance looked like Palatul Mogosaia. I thought the apartment was incredible, with high ceilings, marble, and huge full length mirrors. That was until I heard a 'ping', the doors opened and I stepped out of what was in fact the lift. These kids were a bunch of flat line freaks. They're detachment from reality and their tripe conversation was worthy of praise. So I got the fuck out of there as quickly as my legs stopped being made out of spoons.

-The loft where I'm at is nice but hot as fuck. I'm staying just off Bedford which has the largest concentration of hipsters per square metre in the world. Some of these people are so hot their faces have melted off and they just have an odd melange of pink muscle tissue and cream bone, yet they're still fucking hot.

-The neighbourhood is cool though. Next door we have Mc Carren pool park, where they're doing free concerts every Sunday. This weekend I saw Fuck Buttons, The Liars, and Andrew WK Djing. Next week is The Ting Tings and Mgmt. Hell yeah.

- There's a lot to do in Ny, but like everywhere I go, it seems people just hang around with their clique, and do what they always do. They all have fun and they're all bored of having the same fun over and over again.

-Aaaaand I finally finished the second mural at the Bodega, which is like my New York Ota's.

2008-07-20T19:28:00.000-07:00

2008-07-20T19:21:00.000-07:00

2008-06-24T13:01:00.000-07:00

I want one of these...

...I want one of these fucking NOW!

2008-06-24T12:59:00.000-07:00

"I am not a crook!"

"Nici eu ba!"

2008-06-21T18:02:00.001-07:00

Soooo.. I was waiting to update the blog by posting the story of the road trip down to Tennesse and the hippy fest. But I left all the pictures at my friends house, so it'll have to wait until I get them back next week. Meanwhile, this week was the last week of the illustration course. It's been pretty nice, although to be honest I haven't really learnt anything. I guess I should've taken the print making course instead, meh. One thing I've learnt is that intensive summer courses are more intorductory than anything, and I've also learnt to read exactly what the course implies when paying good money to enroll in it. I might've also learnt that I'm an idiot, but that might have been a lesson learnt long ago. I blame it on my alzheimers.

The heat in Ny is now back to bearable. I'm settling down in my cubicle in Brooklyn, and starting to think that my room is actually a closet with a bed in it. For real. Nonetheless Brooklyn is lovely, everyone is out and today I had a very enjoyable day going to the laundromat to clean my clothes. In this one they have an arcade with Pacman and Galaga, so a few hundred quarters were spent on that. I smoked a few cigarettes on a stoop and failed miserably at buying some deodorant (I think they don't use it here). Everyone here speaks Spanish and English, so I swear in Romanian. Merci Ro ma ni a! But I don't swear that much, cause I'm pretty happy.

Talking about Romania, last Thursday felt like a day at Ota's. A certain cultural institute in Manhattan saw Omar, Irlo, Linda, Gorzo, Cristi, Ada and the Sinster engaging in alcohol consumption and dance routines. The Romanian street artist exhibition was fab. Acid colours were injected into the New Yorkers eyes. The boy Irlo continues to amaze me, with his ability to cover huge surfaces with seeming-less effort, I like, I envy, I enjoy. Marc and Sara from Wooster were there, as was Elbow Toe, and some cunt who started to preach to me about smoking and drinking. It seems it is my curse to tell twunts to fuck off. Ah, but I enjoy it deep inside. Not so deep too.

After the exhibition we went to Brooklyn and ended up in a Lesbian bar where we took over the music at the terrace and were told off because of it. Friday morning was haaaaaard. And my use of so many "a's" is meant to put emphasis on the fact that I thought I was going to puke and shit my heart out, my teeth were trembling and my brain was being used as a cum rag by the local homeless.

Now I'm off to the Bodega, the club I painted at, to see if I can get that same jolly good feeling tomorrow morn. Wish me luck.

Boo ya!

2008-06-21T17:56:00.001-07:00

It's me! Pinocchio!

Had to do some illustrations with Pinocchio for the course. The book is much more fucked up than the Disney film. He gets hanged, robbed and beaten, lots of people die and in the end he gets face aids and is turned into a foot rest for an obese man called Big Hank who lives in Queens and has eaten Cheese flavoured Cheetos and pickled cucumbers for the last fifteen years. Hank screams at his television and makes sweet love to a hole in the wall. Big Hank is my neighbour. I know all this cause I can see him through the hole in the wall. Hole which is directly next to my desk.

...his penis is staring at me now...

shiver

2008-06-21T17:55:00.000-07:00

Deja Vu

2008-06-10T15:06:00.000-07:00

Just before coming over to NY I did a lil something on the corner of Vulturilor and Parfumului. I'll finish off the background when I'm back. Hope it gets finished....

2008-06-10T14:32:00.000-07:00

More pics from the party:

HERE

2008-06-09T12:19:00.000-07:00

2008-06-09T11:31:00.000-07:00

TIme to write, hell yeah. The heat here is cocking unbearable. Yesterday I saw two old men melt to their demise and a puddle of goo on the sidewalk woofed at me. I fear I may have to break my rules and wear shorts, although I'll probably just strip nekkid. I'd rather have indecent exposure than dickhead look.
Been staying at my mate's Christofer for the last week.He has a nice apartment in the lower East side of Manhattan, so I've been crashing on his collapsible sofa. The view from his rooftop is wicked and there's a spot which definatley needs a lick of paint. Went out with him a few nights, got expensively wasted and met a few freakos. One that stands out was a mad Lebanese woman who had come to film a documentary and was robbed and stabbed in the hand in DC. She took a fancy to me but I managed to run away from her drunken grip, thank Allah.
On Thursday we went on a visit to the Museum of Natural History, which is fucking amazing. I managed to walk past a security check into a restricted area, and waltzed about for about half an hour until some guy asked me if I should be there. I know I should have nicked the 'Venus of Willendorf' as soon as I saw it...balls. I had a walk around and marvelled at the array of beautifull objects, animals and thrads. People definitely dressed better back in the days. The prehistoric days where everyone was nekkid and hairy. After a while I went to the 'Injuns' section where we had to sketch. Et voila:

Then we created our own Injunboy:

After a while I went to lunch, and met up with some young sorority going lasses from my course. From what I've seen on the internets sorority girls go down on you the minute you catch their eyesite. These three seemed to take offence at that for some reason. They did however manage to say 'like' every word and a half, which I thought was rather cool. I tried it myself, but failed miserably, only managing to place it at the beginning and end of each sentence.
After lunch I went to the fifth floor and nearly pissed and shat myself out of joy. There for all to see where three Dinosuars! Like real motherfucking dinosaurs like! A smile beamed from my face, happy as I haven't been in years. Fucking Dinosaurs!!! Hell yeah, that made my day.

Friday I finally got to paint! I went to the only goddamn shop in NY to get paint and bought a few cans. A couple of black kids were buying markers in front of me, they couldn't decide what to buy so I stepped up and in my apparently unintelligable british accent asked for my cans. As I was going out I heard them calling at me. I got ready to whack one in the face with my bag and leg it, but when I turned around one said:

"Sir, how much are the cans?"
"Ummm...7 dollars montana, 7.50 Belton..."
"Errr...Sir, do you think you could buy us a can? Here's the money..."

I was a bit baffled, and felt like an old fart being called 'Sir' so much. Then I understood that in NY you can't buy spray cans if you're younger than 18.

"Sure thing" said I and in I hopped with the mission to turn these two young polite boys into graffiti criminals. Jut me giving back a little to society. A good deed a day keeps the coppers away.

I got the train and somehow managed to get to the subway stop with the most difficult to pronounce name in the world "Kosckioszco" <- That's spelt wrong, I can't remember properly. My friend has been arranging a space there turning it into a club and gallery, and he asked me to paint the walls. Friday painting sucked, cause my head felt like a bag of potatos being bummed by a rabid chimpanzee. Saturday morning went fine though, and the big wall was finished succesfully a couple of hours before the party kicked off.
Four bands were playing, some nice punk and I got soaked in beer, sweat, spit and moshed till I thought I was going to throw up. It was hot as fuck, but we'd go outside to smoke cigarettes and 'shoot hoops' at the portorican guys court just in front of the club. I saw an angry NY skinny white guy fight, and some girls with big big booties, which looked like they were full of air, dry hump each other into oblivion. Good times.
The week has rolled back up and I'm moving to my new apartment in Brooklyn today. Found a place with two drummers and a graphic designer, yay! Wednesday it's the road trip off to Tennesse! Yee fucking Ha!

2008-05-30T14:56:00.000-07:00

The heat from the NY sun is making my manjuices boil. I'm stuck on the 12th floor of 13thand 5th, homeless and hungry. Today I had to move out of Brooklyn, as Nicole's sister is coming into town. Now I'm waiting for my childhood friend Christopher to finish his goddamn corporate job so I can go crash at his for the weekend. Looking for a flat, preferably back in Brooklyn, too many people here in the City. Plus I also recently met Mr. Boutique, a self proclaimed 'hustler' who wanted to sell me all kinds of shit from his plastic bags. He said he could find anything, and when I inquired about a certain medicinal plant off he scooted, and amazingly re-appeared 10 minutes later with the goods. I bought him a beer and for the next two hours we chatted, mostly about how much booty he got and how much the honeybabies love his man sword. He could also rap, and had a young sidekick called Lil Wow. I feel like now I only have to be shot at, or shoot someone, to fullfill my NY experience.
ALso checked out my mate Andy's new space, where he is gonna have a club and gallery, which will be launched for his birthday next week. Andy runs a wicked magazine called chief mag. Check it here:

http://www.chiefmag.com

He's gonna do a big bash with a bunch of bands, one of which are friends and maniacs Ninjasonik:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qs6u3at4jTw

I'm also going to go on a roadtrip with him to the Bonaroo festival, in Tenesse, might stop of at Graceland for one of them great peanut butter, jam, and banana fried sandwiches the King of rockandroll used to love so much.

2008-05-27T16:17:00.000-07:00

And one for Saint Boss

2008-05-27T16:13:00.000-07:00

One for Colorski

2008-05-27T16:12:00.000-07:00

2008-05-27T15:21:00.000-07:00

Day 2 was fabtastic. I got up slightly hungover from the previous nights tequila. Monday was memorial day, so everyone is on holiday. People hang on the stoops and the sun shines like a motherlover. My head hurts from last nights tequila, but a shower and an aspirin later I'm ready to go. Nicole and I pack a blanket, sketchbook and polaroid and head to Prospect park. Brooklyn is lovely, and everyone seems to be in a good mood. Prospect park is green as a very green thing, and full of hot people in bikinis, playing with Frisbees, flying kites (the toys, not the Jews), and basking in the sun. We find a nice spot and settle down for a while. After an hour or two we get hungry and walk to a nearby grocery store to get something to munch on. On the way we stop by a few stoop sales, where people sell their unwanted goods at wicked prices. I purchase Edward Gorey's 'Amphigorey' for just a buck. The Beer and semen stains on it to not faze me at all. We go back to the house to rest a bit and wait for her boyfriend Brett to come. He has a lot of different instruments and wears a turban.

Later on we get a call from my friend Andy Smith, who's having dinner at a nearby pizza place. Andy has some of the best and most fucked up stories I've ever heard, so a night with him always turns into brilliant chaos. We eat, drink and laugh as he tells me about the new club and gallery he's opening next week. We plan a road trip to Tenesse, where we will drink ourselves into oblivion and visit Graceland. After the restaurant we go drink more tequilas and smoke some of the ridiculous medical weed he's gotten hold of. The night ends in twists and turns on the way home.

Today I woke up surprisingly fresh. I left with Nicole and got the train into Manhattan. We took the train that goes up the manhattan bridge, and seeing all those phallic buildings looming up makes my mouth open like a retarded fish. I finally get to my stop and after a bit of walking get to the University. Today we have a presentation for a few hours, then lunch break and after that 3 more hours of class. Our teacher is down to earth, and not a pompous cunt, which is nice. There are 9 chicks and two guys in the glass, which makes my tight jeans tighter. Especially the little Uruguaian lass with the popeye t-shirt. After class I inquire about the student residence at the housing departmnet. 1,800$ for a month! That's like a million blowjobs, or eight kilos of crack, or a truckfull of comic books! Pornographic comic books! Fuck that, I can probably sublet an apartment in Brooklyn for half that. Go Craig's List! On my way back from Manhattan I get lost as fuck, cause the subway system here is more complicated than an advance Astrophysics degree. But after a bit of asking around I finally arrive at Atlantic Ave., get a hot dog from a stand and walk home looking at the ladies hot hot skimpy pants.

2008-05-26T07:06:00.001-07:00

Arrival

2008-05-26T05:50:00.000-07:00

After ten hours, one Whiskola, two screaming kids, and a very shit movie I finally got to the city that never sleeps. My big fear of being retained for ten hours and have a portly officer shove his fist up my puckering asshole fortunately didn't materialise. I picked my suitcase off the conveyor belt and headed towards the Airtrain which would take me to the Subway. On the platform I met a Hare Krishna guy, who I asked for directions. In normal circumstances I would have never gotten close to a Hippy of such astounding proportions, but he was the only soul on the platform, and jet lag was blurring my punk rules. He was actually quite nice, and for the hour long journey towards Manhattan we had a good conversation about life, traveling and decadent pasts. He tried to convince me life was about love, I tried to convince him that only hate is constant. This hippy encounter led me to reconsider my view on these people, and I now believe that perhaps you shouldn't ALWAYS set fire to a hippy when you see one, maybe just punch them real hard in the gut. We parted ways at Erstrand station, where I had to change trains onto the C line. I arrived at Clinton/Washington station and hauled my luggage up the stairs. I exited and found myself in the middle of a Spike Lee film. The cars here are fucking huge, and they are usually driven by ex members of the G-Unit. I felt a bit out of place until I saw a middle aged white guy in a Cabriolet. He pulled up next to me and beeped his horn, and at that point I realised he thought I was a male prostitute. I told him to fuck off, flipped him off and hastily made my way across the street. Low buildings ran up and down the street and I tried to make sense of the directions I'd been given by my friend Nicole. I realised I was getting rather lost so I looked around to ask someone for direction. Fortunately there was someone coming my way, I gave him a friendly nod and walked towards him. It was only when I was a couple of metres away that my shit eyesight engaged and I realised he was a crack head. "You look like you're lost boy"said he,"erbbb....yep so it seems" said I. "You don't want to get lost around here dude" was his next line, which made me start shitting a brick, considering I had all my Benjamins in cash money, my laptop, and my frail but oh so sexy body to offer. Nonetheless all my preconceptions were thankfully shattered when he gave me the directions I desired and smiled at me with a mouthful of three brown teeth.

370 Grand Ave. finally came up, I walked up the stoop (stairs that head up to the main door) and rang the bell. Nicole came down and we gave each other a big hug. I haven't seen her in a couple of years, and was well happy to hear her Southern Belle accent again. After a bit of Idle chat we headed off into the warm Brooklyn night to get a beer and something to eat. It feels weird here, I've seen this scenery so many times in films that it feels like I've already been here. I half expect to see Al Pacino round the corner, a barrage of bullets to start flying past me, or fucking Godzilla to take a dump on me. But alas no, all I see is nice people sitting on stoops listening to music and a bunch of hot looking hipsters parading down the street, happy that the summer warmth has arrived.

We get a Mojito at a Cuban stand and chat and smoke cigarettes. People don't smoke much here. We end the night by drinking huge tequila chasers at a small shady bar, and head back to Nicole's for some rest. Monday is memorial day, and no one has to work, so we'll head into Prospect Park and have a picnic. More shenanigans to come...

Love an, all