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me + 166 sanchez st
And then a few blocks further, 166 Sanchez where I ended up living for about five months!
me + 166 sanchez st
Self-portrait: Drunk Zombie-Hula-Boys, 4am.
me + 166 sanchez st
I put up a good fight, but in the end Meredith ended up winning.
me + 166 sanchez st
Here's me in the pre-game using the international sign language for "YOU are GOING DOWN!" (As in "You are going to lose this game." Not the other "YOU are GOING DOWN!" There's a whole different set of gestures for that one. Be careful not to confuse the two or you could end up playing the strangest game of Scrabble in your life...or uh, becoming really good friends with a deaf person. It could go either way.)
me + 166 sanchez st
No duet is complete unless I can manage to "back that thang up" a little bit.
me + 166 sanchez st
So after a week of living together, my new roomies and I decided that we were long overdue to head out and hit the town together. We were in our kitchen trying to figure out where we should go when my new roommate Christine uttered nine magnificent words: "Hey, there's a karaoke bar right down the street!" I was like "Shut the fuck up!" Christine replied "No, I'm serious, it's called The Mint and it's one of the biggest karaoke bars in town. They have karaoke every night. It's like 3 blocks from here! And you gotta hear Kareen sing - she's really good." Talk about fate, huh? (You'd think "Where's the nearest karaoke bar?" would've been one of my standard questions while apartment hunting, but I swear it never even came up!).
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The vein-popping finale.