Anthony wasn't home when we got to his place. We jumped on into the closest stale beer joint, the Macdougal St. Ale House. After ordering our brews, we looked around and noticed a distinct lack of females. Mix that with the music and the two dancing sailors gave us one impression. So if you are looking for a gay bar in the village then you might want to check out this place.
Anthony had us up for a little wine and caviar. Well, ok, no caviar.
Look at these two, ying and yang.
After dinner, Anthony took us to the very exclusive Soho House. We were totally the hottest ones there.
Especially me, I ruled the place.
And then...from Swank to Skank. We split ways with Anthony and met Cristy and Danny at Lit. It wasn't really that skanky, but when you put it up against the Soho House...well you know.
Cristy told me to take a picture of this guy. I don't know why. Here it is Cristy.
We danced the night away. Some dude invited us to a party in DUMBO, but I couldn't get these guys to go after the bar closed. Weak.
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where's o'dell?
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