sixty something hours

JFK

Matt had a rough night so I went to get a bite

expensive ass French toast

busy Matt = cruisin' down 9th

Lifer was in town, so we hung out in SOHO

discussed life over bree/ham baguettes and coffee (I'm such a tool)

BK lager has a nice cascade

zuccini fries

she's in there somewhere

shio ramen

MJS hookin up the loaner ride

aww...how cute, I have a brake

get out the way tourists

bagel party

westside bike path

I can smell Jersey

Central Park is cute, but not as cute as Matt's manny in the wind

about 30s after this photo things got intense

brews at the seaport

sweet rides in front of a sweet shop

pork chop

JPK is now art director

Ally showed up too

prosciutto wrapped asparagus

if you don't know, now you know

black spaghetti with shrimp is tasty but comes out black, which is alarming at first

Ally would not approve of that comment

strange Fader party

Aziz and Huebel

Diplo's in there and we're not

Clem's is sweet, but I'll refer to it as BEOK bar from now on

I can't hang in NY

wasted a slice

half this kabob is still on 1st

across from 342

Jone's serious omlette

chicken parmigiana as the Bruins sucked it up

Matt and Noah at the Four Faced

Noah's bumpin' some serious blue grass in the volvo

I felt like Matt at this point, but I didn't have red tights to rest on

waitin' for the transport

I've decided New York is rougher on the body/mind/spirit than Vegas