Saturday night at No Name with the 5 Leaves crew.
The next day hurts, but it’s always worth it for the shirtless dancing, the (totally unnecessary) shots, the Buds, the cheese doodles, and the absurd pics with our neighborhood friends.
bender-chic/support to new theory. that do’s so greasy a hair tie is deemed unnecessary
a sneak peak of a project in the works, this is May Day 2011
(music: You Make Me Like Charity by The Knife)
this is what the end of the world looks like: drunk, sweaty, bloody knees from a dan deacon sponsored dance off, and happy as fuck. survival of the fittest.
yet another evening spent here. multiple tequila cocktails (+ a shot for the road) and truffle fries over the course of 5 hours. courtesy of our favorite host/manager, Orion, who allowed & encouraged such behavior.
what else are you supposed to do on a sunday night when it is monsooning and reminded of how small this borough really is?
another successful saturday night:
a dance party in a s. williamsburg loft, american spirits, booze, red pants, out til 5am, new name assignments. but most memorably, ethan, a fellow bodega customer who we extended an invite to- who steals hummus but shares potato chips, with both human and turtles alike.
you can’t make this shit up.
