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Sometimes, just to do something completely new and different, we say
fuck it and go drinking. Yep, and sometimes we enlist two girls named
Karen to join us in drink and merryment.
This is
Abaya. Even with our friend Matty spinning records there, two cute girls
accompanying us, and the promise of free booze inside, I still had to
practically drag Josh kicking and screaming through the door.
Actually, he just made me say that because he's afraid his "real"
indy friends will disown him if they see these pics.
My, my, this free champagne is smooth.
K. Landis, K. Marsala and B. Battjer.
The "wank" factor was getting to be a little much over at
Abaya so we crossed the street south and headed over to Baramundi (where
the wank-factor was just plain off the charts).
Well, you don't say!
Spitroast, y'all.
The meat in a Karenwich.
Karen learns the hard way: Even fancy toeless boots are still susceptible
to snagging on a shitty piece of toilet paper. HA!
Back in
Brooklyn, we headed over to The Abbey.
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