Saturday night, after a quick two hour trip back from the Catskills, I met up w/ The Grazillian and journeyed up to some random NBA.com party. I was telling good'ol Mike MF the story (in a "what did you do Saturday night" type of way) and he was all, "were there NBA players there?".

Well, yeah...


... I mean, Grellan is a player. Martini in hand, all suave in his go-to red polo shirt...


... Molly's a player, even if she is trying to figure out what we in the industry call "a digicam"...


... and, player please!, Ms. Stacey eating pasta straight out of the pot. Only players have such class!


Okay Mike, so maybe I'm not all fabulous and on C-Span like you are. So what if my friends like fruity drinks and Grellan drinks wine from the bottle?

Anyway, moving on. So we leave Eric's (giant, like the biggest) apartment (you've ever seen)...


... and journey downtown to meet up w/ my roommate Abbey and her out-of-town friends for a little hip hop dance party at Delft.

Here: Grellan, digi, dj.


Me and new-roommate Abbey. (Actually, she's the one subletting Jenn's room for the summer.)


Grellan making out with Abbey. (Actually, he's the one sleeping in the room that Abbey subletted. Ta-dow!)

ps: I made that up.


Me and Abbey's (cute) out-of-town friend Katy.

I think the first thing I said to her was "Hey, my sister is named Katie too!" I am such a fucking loser.

ps: Who am I dialing up on the cellular? Players!


Late night. Abbey racing bicycles as fast as she can...


... first person to Rosario's wins a Frankie and Cheese. Mmmm.

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