Co-worker Erin and I had brunch on Saturday morning down in Nolita. Brunch turned into wandering around and much picture taking.
First off, Erin was late, so I had to sit and wait for a bit outside a bodega on Third Street.
So I took some photos and bought some Homies. (I love Homies.) They were in the gumball machine next to the mechanical pony that I was sitting on.
Finally, Erin arrived and we were off.
We passed on eating Kangaroo at an Australian place.
Erin, enjoying her window seat.
The Homies even came out once the plates were cleared.
After brunch we stopped at the news stand on Spring and Lafayette.
Naturally, Erin practiced her Vogueing
Erin had never been inside Balthazar before, so we moseyed over there.
This is me: So surly. So French!
This is Erin, dodging tourists inside Balthazar.
Tourists often have big asses.
This cowboy hat was made out of old Coca-Cola Light Cans.
There was a bride inside this checker cab.
On our way home, we stopped to rock out in front of CBGBs.
Good times!
Fast forward a few days later, I took La Madre out for Mother's Day, and gave her some fancy perfume I found for her in Paris.
She was touched.
