We headed up to New York this weekend to say hi to some friends and to remember what it feels like to get drunk somewhere other than Brewer's Art. We kicked it at the Brooklyn Flea Market, drank tequilla-Corona drinks at Blockheads, ended up with a massive bruise after ordering pizza too excitedly, and spent a while trying to figure out why our friend's roof was covered in a sea of pigeon cages.
All in all, a good time. Please enjoy the pictures below. Hipstamatic is being an asshole, so you'll have to excuse the blur and pretend like they're all just super artsy.
|You're not fooling anyone.|
|Drinking a nooner.|
|Whit's secret life as a pigeon trainer.|
|Watch out, guys.|