1 post tagged “the levee”

Here's a picture I accidentally took of my desk with the dSLR Parachute got recently:

Maybe I've become that person who stays out til the sun comes up. Maybe it's New York.

I didn't get a margarita last night like I wanted. I told people I was going to a Cinco de Margarita party, but it wasn't that. Sarah and I just ended up at this guy's apartment because some of her friends were hanging out. It was all right. Those guys were nice.

One of the guys was this guy that used to be in Dell commercials.
Remember?

I didn't remember who the "Dell dude" was until this morning when I YouTube'd it.
(That's no character he's playing... He was nice, though. Likes to party.)

Then Sarah and I jammed. She and I went to our favorite bar in Williamsburg---The Levee. Woody, her friend, joined us.

Sarah ended up running into this guy named Willie that used to live in Andrea G.'s house in Portland. He was pretty. And nice enough. He was with some friends and then we went back to their place. (It was still dark when we went inside.)

We gabbed for a long time---and it was found out that one of the guys is from Houston, like Sarah and me, and knows a lot of the same people Sarah knew from high school. That was pretty random. I like running into Texas while in New York. (Oh, btw, I'm going home for about five days on Thursday. Can't wait.)

I can't remember the guy's name, though...
But what I do remember is that he makes clothes, too, like Sarah and me. And he does a lot of silkscreening, too.
His biz name is JAWMAKER and he vends about four times a week in Manhattan. (The site is supposed to be running today some time... Right now it's just one page. I saw the rest of it last night, but it's not uploaded on the internet. It'll be nice.)

I like meeting other people with entrepreneurial tendencies. It's very nice.

So, yeah, like I said, we gabbed for a long time.
Then Sarah and I left, and when we got outside, it was sunny. (There were no windows in those guys' apartment, so we couldn't tell.)

It's weird still being drunk and stumbly on the subway, sitting next to all these people who are on their way to work.

We were hungry.
When we got off the subway, there was a Dunkin' Donuts waiting for us.
We got breakfast sandwiches and walked back to Sarah's house.

And while we were walking she said, "God, I love New York."
And I said, "Me too."