birthday bonanza, part 2
on may 5, Y did the deed.
another one bites the dust, and turned 27. here we are in the beginning of the evening, at a bar in chinatown. isn't the birthday girl just radiant? C and K and i are doing some kind of weird monochromatic thing in this picture. but why did i let C unzip my dress so far? why did i think it was a good idea to wear an item that many, many people would try to unzip, anyways? and as long as we're asking questions, who's the dood in the background? he looks mighty happy.
AS arrived a bit later, pooped out from the opera. but she wouldn't miss phase two of birthday bonanza. look at how my ladies glow!
of course, how could one NOT be happy? there was bel biv devoe. there was salt 'n pepa. there was arrested development. there was prince. there was michael jackson. there was even — and i mean really, does it get better than this? — boyz II men.
M got into the spirit of things, even though he didn't quite get all of our ecstasy when we imitated the monster dance from "thriller," or why we all started suddenly started screaming "push it, unh, push it GOOD!" in unison. of course, he has an excuse, having grown up in cuba and not the bloated, MTV-addicted american suburbs of the 1980s. anyways. here he is looking devilishly handsome on the dancefloor.
M's confusion for the music was tempered, however, by AB's enthusiasm. inner monologue as he rolls up his sleeves: "yani, watch me! i'm gonna show them this white boy can DANCE!" 
i think MU shared AB's sentiments. at least, they both danced so much they ended up taking off their shirts. MU's clothed in this picture, but i do recall some serious flashing of marine corps tattoos throughout the evening. this angel face and battlefields in iraq don't really seem to jive, but he's got the ink to prove it, so it must be true ... 
i include this picture, because this picture is why i love this girl. LOVE her. 
C and i were both pretty happy about 2 minutes before we left Y's bonanza. then we both hit a wall. then we both climbed into a cab, assisted by AS and G. the cab booted us out because his meter didn't work, even though both of us had already taken off our shoes, and that seemed good enough reason to us that he should take us home, immediately. we then reluctantly climbed into another cab, whose driver was even more reluctant to take us to williamsburg, but took us home anyways ... and who we then made wait while i ran inside at 3am to retrieve a vacuum for Y, to give to C. (see "my heart was mended" for why i might possibly have Y's vacuum.) C obliged, willingly. yet another reason why i love this girl. of course, in our collective state, she may not have had a clue what she was agreeing to, but that is beside the point. this is what cosmic sisters do for each other.
why did i need to give C the vacuum at 3am? doesn't that seem like a weird exchange after, oh, six hours of drinking and celebrating our best friend's birthday?
because at 6:30am, a mere three and a half hours later, a car was coming to pick me up to start me on a journey that would include 2 hours of car travel, 3 hours of airport waiting and layovers, and 11.5 hours of flying before i arrived at my destination.
that was not fun.
but more on travel, and why one should never, ever do so after having drunk innumerable champagnes and jack and cokes, later. for now, a big big big happy birthday smush for Y, who i've been lucky enough to have in my life for nine years and whose friendship just gets more precious with every single one. love you, little rat.
another one bites the dust, and turned 27. here we are in the beginning of the evening, at a bar in chinatown. isn't the birthday girl just radiant? C and K and i are doing some kind of weird monochromatic thing in this picture. but why did i let C unzip my dress so far? why did i think it was a good idea to wear an item that many, many people would try to unzip, anyways? and as long as we're asking questions, who's the dood in the background? he looks mighty happy.
AS arrived a bit later, pooped out from the opera. but she wouldn't miss phase two of birthday bonanza. look at how my ladies glow!
of course, how could one NOT be happy? there was bel biv devoe. there was salt 'n pepa. there was arrested development. there was prince. there was michael jackson. there was even — and i mean really, does it get better than this? — boyz II men.M got into the spirit of things, even though he didn't quite get all of our ecstasy when we imitated the monster dance from "thriller," or why we all started suddenly started screaming "push it, unh, push it GOOD!" in unison. of course, he has an excuse, having grown up in cuba and not the bloated, MTV-addicted american suburbs of the 1980s. anyways. here he is looking devilishly handsome on the dancefloor.
M's confusion for the music was tempered, however, by AB's enthusiasm. inner monologue as he rolls up his sleeves: "yani, watch me! i'm gonna show them this white boy can DANCE!" 
i think MU shared AB's sentiments. at least, they both danced so much they ended up taking off their shirts. MU's clothed in this picture, but i do recall some serious flashing of marine corps tattoos throughout the evening. this angel face and battlefields in iraq don't really seem to jive, but he's got the ink to prove it, so it must be true ... 
i include this picture, because this picture is why i love this girl. LOVE her. 
C and i were both pretty happy about 2 minutes before we left Y's bonanza. then we both hit a wall. then we both climbed into a cab, assisted by AS and G. the cab booted us out because his meter didn't work, even though both of us had already taken off our shoes, and that seemed good enough reason to us that he should take us home, immediately. we then reluctantly climbed into another cab, whose driver was even more reluctant to take us to williamsburg, but took us home anyways ... and who we then made wait while i ran inside at 3am to retrieve a vacuum for Y, to give to C. (see "my heart was mended" for why i might possibly have Y's vacuum.) C obliged, willingly. yet another reason why i love this girl. of course, in our collective state, she may not have had a clue what she was agreeing to, but that is beside the point. this is what cosmic sisters do for each other.why did i need to give C the vacuum at 3am? doesn't that seem like a weird exchange after, oh, six hours of drinking and celebrating our best friend's birthday?
because at 6:30am, a mere three and a half hours later, a car was coming to pick me up to start me on a journey that would include 2 hours of car travel, 3 hours of airport waiting and layovers, and 11.5 hours of flying before i arrived at my destination.
that was not fun.
but more on travel, and why one should never, ever do so after having drunk innumerable champagnes and jack and cokes, later. for now, a big big big happy birthday smush for Y, who i've been lucky enough to have in my life for nine years and whose friendship just gets more precious with every single one. love you, little rat.
posted by Amy S. Choi at 3:17 AM
1 Comments:
omg. i totally forgot about taking off my shoes and then getting kicked out. you MISSED the lecture i gave the cabbie after we dropped you off. i was like "i know MAN. it's not easy being up this late, man. it's not. but you shouldn't have picked us up if you didn't want to drop us off, man. and i'll give you a good tip, man." i swear to God, i said it like that. and i still have Y's vacuum and jeans you whore! LOL. I LOVE YOU. :)
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