Long time readers of this blog know that if there's been an adventure to be had over the last seven years, chances are Erin C. (on the far left) has come along. Whether it was The Dirty 30 Weekend, Mexican themed birthday parties or hanging out at the batting cage, Erin C. has been my comrade-in-arms, taking note where the bodies buried.
She's heading back to Illinois, leaving Jen as my last writer friend in Manhattan. (Everyone else has defected to Brooklyn.) We sent her off on Tuesday night in a style that would have made Dorothy Parker proud.