about to enjoy the crap out of these waffles at the b bar & grill.
nothing like a little philip glass in the afternoon
stop one: washington square park!
2nd floor bar at the standard. Valentines party on the top floor. Looks really cool.
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at this polish joint klimat. so far so good, except for the fact that they seem to have dj dizzy doing the music. our perogis look tight.
seeing that pilot in my room really freaked me out!
here sits my lugagge, awaiting dan’s approval before it’s allowed upstairs. he doesn’t want it anywhere near the bedroom until he’s figured out how to rid it of the bed bugs he’s sure I’ve brought back with me.
or, as he so eloquently put it: “jenna, nyc = bb.”
he’s already started phantom scratching. if I didn’t already know milkshakes is his drug of choice, i’d swear he was on meth.
oh well. welcome home, I guess.
5 hour delay, comp’d booze. Not bad i suppose.
flight delayed, of course! travelling, am i right? the guy at our hotel said it would take 90 minutes to get to jfk, so we left at the appropriate, early time. took 25 minutes! i mean can you believe it! sheesh!
what better way to end a weekend vacation than with a film that you maybe saw but either way forgot existed but when you see it now kind of makes you emotional but really not at all it just so happens that you’re drunk at 230am and the only other thing on is indiana jones.
spoiler alert: we switched back to indiana jones.
playgirl.com van… ’nuff said.
jake and I had this painting commissioned to celebrate our last night in ny………………….
JK!!1! it’s a painting hanging above the bar at pinkerton, this really cool wine bar we’re at in brooklyn. for realsy though you guys, I’m diggin’ this place.
yeah, mmm, cheese. wine and dine, cheese to please, meadow creek dairy, mustache lookin’ scary, 2nd tier beer, bad financial year, darkly lit bar, sparkly brit car, car car car
word jazz, you guys.
going for 100 each throw on my first turn was a bad strategy. But this was a good idea to end the night. Aziz ansari made a surprise appearance at the comedy show we were at. That was good
halelujah! it’s raining rain!
we’re about to eat at a restaurant opened by one of my all time favorite racehorses, barbuto. fun fact: ‘barbuto’ is italian for ‘totally amazing food’, which is lucky for us since we’re eating here.
I mean, damn. These rats are huge. Im not even mad, im just impressed. I dont have a picture for you becuase theyre so fleeting and crafty, but damn.
new york’s hottest club is called ‘swift.’ Jacked puppets, paraleglal midgets, stuck up pidgeons that WON’T sign autographs. Yeah, anyway, you can’t tell from this picture but it’s hella drunk in here. It’s not the tightest place ever, but it’s past 2am and packed and will be for another 2 hours, so it’s already way better than any place in phoenix.
it’s got human traffic cones, jacked puppets, pidgeons that won’t sign autographs…
we’re waiting at a restaurant called pasita for the better members of our extended familia. so far, the wine is good, the smell is good.
oh man, guys. I totally forgot to take a picture of the awesome brunch we just had! I’m so sorry. I guess it was just that good that i totally spaced it. Now to iron a shirt!
Oh yeah, forgot to mention that the guy next to us was a total douche. “You haven’t seen my place? It’s awesome.” … “i mean, i’m gonna be making more than a million dollars in the next 10 years, but i wanna take my time and enjoy it. I coulda been like my friend ryan and joined a hedge fund and retired in a year, but blah blah blah blah do you have a giant door that needs fixing cause im a giant tool.”
this is officially the drunkest 20 something cover band dance party i’ve ever been to. surprisingly so. but im having a great deal of fun despite (or possibly because of) that fact.
watching the suns at a sports b called ‘the draft’. good times, much love.
pretty balla asian fusion spread we got goin on here. wasabi mashed potatoes are a great idea, sweet and sour duck is very tender. The spicy tuna rolls were the perfect, delicate balance of spice and tuna, wrapped lovingly in just enough rice to compliment each bite, but never overpower.
take a good look, dan. this is the REAL streets of ny.
(ssssppppp?????) Dude these bucks know what’s UP, yo!
jake is doing some excellent jukeboxing, you guys. or horse boxing, lol!
seriously though, you guys… this bar is ACtually kinda tight. I mean not really, but somebody played the pixies, which i guess is awesome. If there’s a jukebox, i will common deer (sp????) It.
magners: I’m having flashbacks to my honeymoon in london.
so yeah, this is pool, DEAL WITH IT. #WINNING
this place feels the most like mj. like, for real, dawg. (plus, they have mulled wine, which makes me think of beth and shoe.) respeck.
Sooooo… we’re at happy endings bar downtown. It has a history as massage parlor back in the day. I don’t know what went on here, but i guess people were really happy when they left. and i can see why! This place is so happy!
when i told the homeless guy outisde of bianca how good the food is, he was like, “pic or it’s fake.” so here’s the pic proving just how g.d. effin’ good the food was. I mean, jimminey crickets, yawl! Bread and olive oil, 10 outta 10. wine, 10 outta 10. Gnochi, 10 outta 7. And whatever else we got that had pasta and red sauce and meat… 6 outta 10. just kidding! the staff at bianca would totally laugh at me if they read this, cause they know i’m fibbing! seriously though you guys, i thought i know what being full meant. turns out, i DID know what it meant, but this was like a being full graduate school, and i just got a full ride.
italian meats on a fluffy dough pillow? fugeddaboutit!
oh hi suite, how is it going? since the video in jenna’s post doesn’t seem to have posted properly, here’s a photo of the kitchenette (sp????). watching ‘friends’ is so much cooler in nyc, I can’t even really describe it, you just gotta come here and try it for yourselfs!
at a bar with a nice roosevelty vibe. in arizona this place would be called safeway. the guys next to us are from africa and discussing soccer.
it’s as if you’re really here with us
it’s as if you’re really here with us
we slept in and made some yummy yummy sandwiches. i had turkey and cheese on rye. jenna had turkey and cheese on wheat. wait no she had rye too i think. anyway, they were suuuuper good! we need some ideas on what to do tonight. guys leave your suggestions in the comments!
drinkin’ on trains is an idea whose time has come. i’m pretty sure they’ve been doing this in europe for some time. oh, and good for fucking them. “I’m europe, i have drinking and cool transportation stuff sorted, but the euro’s all to crap and greece is off its tits.” that’s europe.
the knicks totally scored more points than the hornets, you guys. and we found an irish pub to have some drinks (at). some of the fast food restaurants here have sparkly signs. weird!
Mamma mia! In NY! That’s so cooooool!
shorty can i buy you a draannnkkk before the knicks game? yes, you can.
except the food’s all gone! It’s just the scraps that no one wants! those were good cheeses. stunk cheeses. ya know, link crunk or chronic, but for cheese. K uncle john’s here now gotta go bye