We're getting down to the stage where every time we see someone it might be the last time before we see them before the wedding, so maybe in that respect our adventures last night are worth a short comment. First up we had dinner with Janelle and Freddie (and Windy, Katie, & Chris) at Habana Outpost in Brooklyn. I hadn't met Freddie before, so that was good. We talked music--Elvis, late-50s rock & roll, mid-90s hip hop, you know, the usual!
After dinner we went over to a birthday party for one of Amy & Janelle's colleagues, at a bar in Park Slope. We were well and truly cooked by then, which may explain why we decided it would be a good idea to make one more party--back to Manhattan we went (me and Amy and Windy) to a bar holding a karaoke night and celebrating George's birthday.
We got there after the high point of the party but still managed to revel with Philip, Deirdre, Maddox, and George, among others, and also brutalize Heart's Alone and Digital Underground's The Humpty Dance.
A great night, for which we've spent all day today recovering from!