Tonight a bunch of us went to Perdition to celebrate Katie’s birthday. It’s also Fleet Week, New York’s equivalent of a week-long Maypole Dance, so the city’s bars are filled with sailors legitimately hot and hot by default. Jen rounded up three and brought them over to Katie, proclaiming, “Happy Birthday!”
The three were young — the oldest was 23 — and they’re leaving tomorrow morning for Greece.
That blurry mess you see is Katie making out with one of the sailors — proceedings which didn’t take long to commence. Just for the record, I was not the only one taking pictures.
Dave cockblocked us all by talking to the hottest sailor by far about Saddam Hussein and the War on Terror. Even though the sailor did agree that the war is wrong, Fleet Week is not a peacekeeping summit, Dave. Fleet Week should be about hand-to-hand combat, if you get my drift.
Katie sure did!
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Roberta Lipp // June 7, 2008 at 1:49 pm |
It’s the most. wonderful time.
of the year!