My survival kit for the evening. I went all Ludacris and
slammed some chicken and a sixer of Coors before I
headed out to 58 Gallery.
My rather dapper ensemble for the evening.
Gave this guy ten dollars and got in about 5 minutes
before midnight.
Adam Patterson was there. Thanks for the tattoo, Adam.
I'm pissed I only saw two songs from this band,
It was a family affair.
social events going on around Jersey City.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure he was drunk because
I would be talking to him and his eye would
just roll off to the side.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
Once it was officially 2010, the titties and champagne
flowed liberally.
It was total makeout fest! Exhibit A.
It was just like prom for this adorable couple.
Though I wasn't really feeling his get-up.
The crowd was stoked, they had no idea a blogger
prowled among them.
This dude was throwing stars all over the place. I only
put up this photo because I thought it was funny how it
landed over the other guy's lip.
Socialista/installation artist Norm pulled through.
Ran outta juice!
Oh, nevermind. It's cool.
This creepy baby showed up.
The kind of girls your mom told you to stay away from in
high school were there.
Jim-toxicated was intoxicated.
Wizard #1 showed up...
...and called up his boy, wizard #2.
Then Wizard #1 started talking to Wizard #3, who had
the most balls-out wizard beard of the crew, expanding
over his eyes and everything.
This guy showed up.
This furry hat chick showed up, too.
Local ripper, Galice was in attendance.
If you saw this guy at a party, what would be your last
guess as to what he was doing...?
...Rapping? Yeah that would be mine as well.
Afterwards he resumed his waiter duties.
One West took the stage and ripped mics.
One West.
B Murph.
These total babes showed up.
DJ Street Justice caught me blogging.
That's what I like about Jersey City: you can have events
where hipster wizards, young parents, drunk kids, skate
rats, and old farts like these can all mingle together.
These dudes showed up sporting similar hats.
The smoky room.
Another cute couple.
How much does it suck to go through your
photos of last night to see one of you and
a cute mousy blonde chick that you could
have taken to the bone zone? A lot.
That dude showed up.
Evil Pippy Longstocking showed up.
Goth brothers showed up.
This lady just sat in the corner and enjoyed her orange
juice.
This dude was raking in chicks like they were...well...
leaves. Shit, what else do you even rake other than leaves?
The guy from Thomas Francis Takes His Chances was
sloshed.
My batteries died, even though I put in fresh ones before
the night began, so I had to run to the bodega to refuel.
This girl was super hyped to see me.
Soul sistaz!
I stopped in at the local wattering hole, Lucky 7s, just
to see what was going on. My roommate and homie,
"Growlin" John Rowley, was there with some honeys.
Look how happy they are to be around him!
I can always count on John to get into adventures.
Ex-roommate Corey Cavagnlo (right) was there.
DJ Ryan and Corey.
Corey always had a knack for getting babes.
Me and bartender, Julee. Thank you for serving me all
these years, Julee.
You too, Leena.
Someone commanded me to go check out the bathroom.
So close.
Zach bumming that he's gonna be the one to clean up the
mess. Sorry, Zach.
Since when do robot sunglasses-worn inside, mind you-
end up attracting the goth chicks and the party dress mice?
She stole my heart. Unfortunately, it would
not be the only thing that got stolen, but I'll
be getting there soon enough...
This 80 something year-old guy came
correct with the Alaska beanie, flower afgan,
and leather jacket, though the expression on
his face read "I just pooped my pants."
Snookie showed up with a friend...
She looked like she was fiending for another fist to the
grill.
Robocop showed up.
DJ Street Justice lookin' fooooiiiinnneee.
Even with all of the color going on in this photo, all she
wanted was to be held.
This tasty piece showed up.
This guy flashed me some gang signs. I later
hooked up with his mom (not kidding).
Here she is. She had a Brithish accent and
some huge...personality.
Even though I was contained in a habitat of
loud music, alcohol and smoke, it was all
very self revealing and I learned this:
I live for weekends.
This dude showed up, probably looking for
his daughter.
This dude was dressed to ill.
I see this guy around from time to time. He's a charting
member of the JC Dangler committee, which consists of
him and myself.
Charles, AKA DJ Leonard Smalls showed
up...
...but then things got kinda gay.
Very gay. As I was going to split, I gathered my coat only to find that my iPod was missing. I went home in drunken fury, screamed my lungs out and, in true jock fashion, punched a hole in my wall.
If this is a sign of what's to come in 2010, then just put a bullet in my head right now.
Happy fucking New Year.
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