Final night
July 6th 2001
(corresponding blog here)

The pictures never really do it justice, do they? And nor should they, really. Yes, I may have stuck a bad photo-montage of me and the gang getting slowly drunk and ever more out-of-focus on this page, but what's more important are my actual memories of everyone getting slowly drunk and out-of-focus, hazy though they may be. So, briefly, we have:

1) Jon and me on the roof of the Met, enjoying the...
2) spectacular view across the treetops of Central Park before adjourning to...
3) a table at Stingy Lulu's. Culprits, L-R: Jon (Swerd), the ever supple Megan, Louisa, Ethan (AVAAAAST!), a hidden Bethany and an unecessarily leaning me.

Um, this is part of Swerd's apartment. I just wanted to squeeze this shot in somewhere as he has a real brick wall. We don't have bricks in Tokyo. I was very jealous.

Us living it up in Openair, the one with the "sake" kanji in the window, the good DJ, and plenty of room for us to strut our collective stuff or lounge around louchely as the fancy took us. And so ended my trip to New York. I'm going back. I am *so* going back.

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