Pictures Are Usually Worth A Thousand Words

But these pictures of Restoration Inferno really don't capture the night's ridiculousness. Maybe that's b/c I opted not to take the camera inside the bathroom where I had a guest marinating in her own sauce, and since I was with her, I missed the event happening simultaneously on my balcony, a twin purge event not to be missed, over and down 7 floors to 73rd street. Or how about when my orchid took a ride on C's shirt, only to knock over a coke that I was told I vehemently scrubbed out with great haste. There was a variety of public displays of affection, not to mention a private game of spin the bottle on my balcony that involved, uh, me and three other people. And let's not forget the abundance of liquor consumed, and quite frankly, we barely look a little loopy. Or am I just deluding myself? Anyway, I'm sort of pleased that we don't look like the death we all felt like the next day. Or maybe I just need to get someone else's pictures...or, uh, maybe I really don't.

Comments

[Chef Pot Roast]

Spin the Bottle? I thought it was called "Drop the bottle in between the boards of the terrace so it's always pointing at the same two people!"

[Fupafigthter]

Hah hah! I suppose when the terrace is only two-feet wide, that's what the game whittles down to, but really, I have no idea what you are talking about ;) Anyway, I was wondering why you didn't want to join in?!