After the gig, we hopped in Seth's fancy Mercedes and headed up towards the Empire State Building for a lil' late night treat. Aw yeah, White Castle! (Seth lives up in Boston where they don't have the WC, so it was worth the pilgrimage).
With a belly fulla greasy C-grade meat, Frank, the Fatty and I decided to call it an early night. Here's Seth giving the international sign for "you're a pussy."
And since we were in the neighborhood, I took Tara across the street to White Castle and introduced her to the only fast food chain that calls its burgers "sliders." Ew.
