Another trip to the big city, this time for some good clean fun. D and I were in serious need of a holiday one that called for cold brisk air, historic watering holes, old fashion wandering, and a fancy Irish wedding to top it off. A friend from high school was getting married and it couldn't have come at better time.
Throwing back with old friends, good times and inappropriate moments call to mind. Introducing D to my past was quite pleasant, seems as though I've changed depending who you ask.
The rest of the weekend was spent roaming around, looking for those intriguing yet questionable objects that could raise ones brow.
Of course, its always a pleasure watching D spend that hard earned dollar in the fashion capitol of the world.
A walk by abuala's place and through the neighborhood always does me right. I constantly come across the goodness in all its photographical glory.
No NY trip is complete though without catching a buzz at
burp castle. Some of Belgium's finest ales can only be found here but apparently I'm the only one who seems to think so.
A trip to nyc, few hundred bucks. A trip to nyc with "fancy pants" by your side, absolutely priceless.
