This Nor’easter was a flop.

What happened to my 12 inches?

Tonight was one of the more fun nights in a while. Considering the Lakers lost and the game was boring for 3+ quarters, my utmost thanks still goes out to J--, shall I say Nikki. The seats were great and the company was better.

As much fun as the game was, after was even better. For some reason the office closed early, albeit after we entered and stopped their normal food schedule. Food however was a must. So thank you Landmarc, a filet at midnight with a bottle of Bordeaux was just what the doctor ordered.

To Tony’s, aka Nikki and Sam’s—thank you for the sign; P and P’s apartment is better decorated for it.

Happy Birthday B.

Ciao!