I go through periods (ew) where I stay in most nights, watch TiVo and eat ridiculous amounts of junk with my girl April. Then there are those times when I become a "firecrotch" and need to go out. Last night was one of those nights. Here are some pics of my night out party hopping at local NYC club View Bar. (Now, now, some people would say View Bar is a tad tangy but I had a great time. Just take a look at all the nice people I met.)
Here's Cooter, that boy's nutz. He sung Coolio's "Fantastic Voyage" over and over. Whenever someone would tell him to stop he'd just wave his gun around. They almost called the cops, but then he had a really big "tool" which he flopped around, so we just let him sing.
