A last birthday and street party
The Firecracker and I thanked Fattah and his friends for the hospitality and got up to leave when two guys recognized me from Scenic Fights and insisted on buying us drinks.
The drinks turned out to be a round of shots.
Me: I think I had…(counting) four drinks? Five?
Her: Same, I think.
It was a gorgeous night, so we took the long walk to train station more suitable for getting home.
She stopped a few times along the way to admire some stores and such.
We just barely managed to catch one train uptown – the next train wasn’t scheduled to arrive until 26 more minutes.
Getting outta the station in the UWS…
Me: What are your thoughts on 1AM pizza?
Her: Yes! Let’s do it.
Me: Dammit, I shoulda had those churros.
Her: Food always tastes better after midnight.
Me: Yes, but in the morning, it tastes like regret.
There was a bottle for ranch that I wanted to put on my pizza but it was empty. I figured it was fate telling me to not go overboard but then the fella behind the counter insisted that I take a new bottle and I ended up dousing my slice with ranch dressing.
Me: I didn’t even know that was an option!
We both crashed pretty hard – I don’t think I woke up until after noon the next day.
Her: I went out, ran, and went shopping. I was gonna break into your room if I didn’t hear from you after I was done shopping.
Me: Blargh. I hate myself.
It was actually her sister’s birthday that day, so I grabbed her sister my favourite bottle of rum, and we went down to go see her.
Along the way, we walked past another street fair but I was still digesting the pizza from the previous night.
Me: God, that was such good pizza.
Her: Nah, you were just drunk. Everything tastes better when you’ve been drinking.
There were actually a couple more birthdays after that, but those stories all belong to someone else.
So here are just some more rando photos of the street fair.