NYC

The city that never sleeps. Grasshopper and I took the train in one Sunday to wander around and support our friends perform their second show! Jenny, Carlos, Ricky, and Charles (aka Canue) put on an awesome performance. We also got to listen to some great hip hop after their show. For some reason I neglected to take pictures of the performances (perhaps because drinks started coming out almost immediately ;-) but I'll try to get some for a later update.


Curious George spotting on the way to the train station!


Chris decided to take his shirt off because it was too hot . . . then a bunch of cheerleaders pleaded from their carwash post for him to put it back on . . . harsh.


Geico now apparently has sky advertisements . . . fucking ridiculous.



The nuthouse a.k.a. a place with too much testosterone.


Woman and man tailors . . . too bad they only have two customers.


Peace mon.


We found the dinosaur! On the train, I told Chris I really wanted to have a dino day . . . either go the the museum and check out the exhibit or anything we could think of dino related. This mural made my day.


Dumplings! We were hungry when we got to Saint Mark's place- the alternative, punk area of nyc- if you want to get a tat in the city, you only have 20 places to choose from here.




Hungry!!


Yum yum buddah delight.


TKettle in St. Marks- apparently the best boba in the city. It was pretty baller; I got red bean tea with boba and Chris ordered honeydew but ended up with honey green tea . . . still pretty baller, we recommend.


Goofing off on the ride home.