SO…
Mike Waskom (or M. Dubs as I affectionately refer to him) and I kicked it in Soho / LES / Greenpoint yesterday to prove one and for all we are not the same person / we give a fuck about our livers.
There was beer and (lots of) whiskey, shots of whiskey chased by pickle brine (surprisingly wonderful), sliders, charcuterie, the Tumblr offices, more whiskey, beer and whiskey, trivia moderated by a spiteful Jew, Japandroids, and whiskey.
All and all, I couldn’t ask for more from New York / Brooklyn / Mike Waskom.
“Well, we all have stories.” Semi-full recounting of the day/night to come.
