fighting on arrival; fighting for survival

so friday night i went to two photo parties, followed by dinner, followed by a night that was so boozy and ridiculous the cops were involved. my silence protects the guilty. it was a tour of duty in the LES: freeman's, kush, happy ending, the annex... then lit and the moondance diner and home by 5am.

saturday was mostly a recovery day. sunday mother's day brunch plans were cancelled and we ended up at six flags instead. the safari featured depressed animals of all shapes and sizes and humping bears. the giraffes were really only interested in cars that were handing out chocolate chip cookies; we had nothing to offer.

roller-coaster highlights: nitro, superman.



















the awesome thing about the safari was that we were listening to bob marley in the car and right when we saw the bison, "buffalo soldier" cued up. on the heels of my purchasing three shirts from waffo, it was like everything aligned. i got three buffalo shirts - one for my brother, one for my sister and one for me. there are three buffalo on the shirt... and as we all know, i'm obsessed with the number three.