I heart New York, by which I mean I heart Ben

While Ian was playing with the Law Revue band at the finest of New York City venues--The Baggit Inn (spelling???????)--the rest of us went to el cantinero to consume a wealth of tequila mixed with a little bit of icy heaven. A lot of different people were there, including Kody's work friends. They stood on the other side of the bar. Kody told us that all the guys are gay and they all make out with the straight girls and then talk about which one of them is a better kisser, which is pretty weird. And not only did Disciplina manage to make it after a long day on the Conde Naste treadmill, Benjamin Rameaka (spelling???????) also surprised us all with his always welcome presence. After 5 margaritas, but no free shot, the Ray sisters, Ben and myself hopped on the L train. Ben convinced us to get off at Bedford (like a bunch of pussies) and then treated us a bridge of sushi, two plates of pad thai and some fried calamari at Planet Thai, which I don't actually remember anybody ordering. But it was Totally Sik. I have no idea what we talked about, but I'm sure that the conversation was great too. Ben also paid for our cab. God, what a fucking gentlemen. Dear Ben, I'm always surprised that you want to hang out with us, and when you treat us to a night like last night (treat us with your company, not the money), I kind of feel like I'm not a degenerate anymore. Until I wake up on friday morning and drag my wastoid self to work, as I always do on friday. Then I remember that you can take the degenerate out of the bar, but you can't take the bar out of the degenerate...that doesn't make sense, but you know what I'm talking about.

-Shannon