May 28, 2012

I believe there were a few memorial days in a row where I ended (and started) my day by drinking and playing beer pong at Off the Wagon in Greenwich Village. It was a terrible bar that had a great beat-the-clock pitcher deal on the weekends. I remember going in once on a random, deserted day with Ryan and Kat and just being repulsed by the smell of old, stale beer. It was disgusting, and yet that was not the last time I went. I can't say I regret continually going back to this terrible, douchey place though, because it allowed for pictures like this one, from that time Jessie had a shiner (from playing football, I think) and I surprised kissed her on the cheek while Kenny stared drunkenly at the camera. Though this might also be the time that, when we were leaving, I threw up a little bit on Kenny's leg.