It started to feel like old times in NYC (or at least until it was 1:15am and we had to leave because THE BAR WAS CLOSING! And then, insult to injury, I had to walk home because PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION HAD ALSO CLOSED! Whaaaaaaaat?)
I decided to try to instigate and was like "Hey Mike, you should give your new friend a kiss!" Check him all ballsy bringing the "fuck you" finger out right in front of her face (also make sure to note how my hand is all smooshing his neck as I'm actually trying to get him to kiss her). Hahahah.
a loud, drunk asian girls in a straw party hat showed up and helped liven things up! Fuck yeah! When this girl cornered Mike D. on the stairs he was all like "Hey, this is my friend Brian! He should take some pics of us together!" Then Mike D. raised the bar from the "get a load of this guy" face and went straight for the "serruptitious fuck you fingerpiont." Classy!
...sorry about that. After hitting the street we headed over to this bearded guy's house party who was maybe a buddy of Mike Doyle's? (Or maybe not, judgeing by the look that Mike is giving him).
After Mike was finished up at Casanova (PS - Mike, I have no recollection of where that box of Rice-a-Roni came from. Do you remember?), we piled into Michael's car and headed to a secret destination known only as "The Slides."
So after my first month in town (that was mostly spent apartment hunting and then going to bed early because I couldn't find anyone fun to hang out with at night) I finally met my savior: Ladies and Gentleman, Mr. Mike Fucking Doyle. Mike saw on my site that I was moving out to SF and on the first Saturday in October sent me an email tipping me off to a backyard party that was going on later in the evening. I wrote him back and was like "Thanks for the invite, but would you mind meeting up with me and we can go together? I don't know anyone in town and I don't want to be that guy that's standing around at a small party where everyone knows each other and everyone's wondering what he's doing there." Mike agreed and I went over to a bar called Casanova where he was DJing to meet up.
