last night wendy and I went out with some of our urban coworkers to a bar/club combo in brooklyn, studio b. we got ready and drank our sparkz and then made our way to meet up with morgan, sean, and his boyfriend at morgan's apartment. after sitting around and drinking a bit more while I taught Morgan's dog Lola new tricks, we finally made our way to the bar around 1am.
another reason presents itself as to why wendy and I cannot return home; bars in ann arbor close at two while we aren't making it out of the door until 12:45, at the earliest.
studio b was arguably a bust. while my favorite dj ever the juan maclean was spinning, he wasn't spinning well. we made the most of it as there was a $13 cover so we sucked down vodka tonics and I danced on top of the speakers. nevertheless, about 45 minutes of thumping techno will do anyone in and we split.
I will say this, the bathroom at studio b was oddly erotic as I'm convinced the men's room was constructed to promote anonymous sex. trust me, you just need to see it to fully grasp the sexy anonymity of it. but I assure you I did not partake in anything like that!
the train ride home blessed me with a friend who has also taken the asvab and did backflips for me on the train. I'LL MISS U ARMY BOYFRIEND.
HOLLY IS HERE TOMORROW. THAT IS ALL.
and now, a few photos from the past week or so:
wendy washing up, lookin' good.
it's a flipflop summer.
our fav. dive bar, c/o rockaway beach.
us in our fav. dive bar. PRICEY DRINKZ~!
friday night train ride home.
WE LOVE NEW YORK TRANSIT.
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