After leaving Jenny and Jamie's party, we hit the street to meet up with Siege, Katie and Amanda and head to John and Terri's apartment right on the water to watch the fireworks from the rooftop. But not before we had a quick in-between cars...
Later that evening, I met up with Siege and Katie in Greenwich Village for a lil' dinner celebrating Siege's birthday (this one for the people that weren't able to attend the his Stripper Birthday party at good ol' Pumps in Brooklyn).
Rowr! Sexy! About 12 seconds after this photo was taken, we watch three huge bouncer drag a shirt-less, shoeless, bleeding-from-the-mouth man, out of the bar by his legs and throw him into the street. He limped to payphone on the corner and called 911 while the bar quietly ushered out some scary bikers that had apparently beat the shit out of him from inappropriately groping one of the girls (Good thing he didn't have a digicam on him!)
Several hours (and a hefty stack of Mr. Washingtons) later, we headed outside and called a taxi company to come get us. Here's Katie, Cynthia and Dahlia smoking (in the luxurious bare-cinderblock entryway).
After the screening, I headed back into Brooklyn to celebrate Siege's birthday! (Grant cried about being tired from moving all day and went home leaving me to go alone). Here's Katie and the birthday boy unwrapping presents at the Greenpoint Tavern.
When Siege leaves his little "SiegeLair," you know something special's going on. Here's the legend in the flesh with Cynthia and Katie. You don't even want to know where that finger's been...but more on that later.
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