DIVINE!

Sister, Kiki and I got together around six on Friday and didn't part ways until about the same time on Sunday.

Themes: babies, lesbians and fried fish

Highlights: two whole wheat pizzas, three pitchers plus or minus 30 bottles of beer, the Irish bloke I befriended with a dwarf hand (I thought for sure the IRA had cut his fingers off until I realized they had fingernails), nacho stew, pillows, spicy bloody marys and french fries, Duane Reade, sushi with obnoxious Staten Island guy, Dead Silence, weird dreams

Soundtrack: Tesla, Sam Cooke, White Lion, Milli Vanilli, Ann Peebles
Dudes out of town: two

Bucks shot: countless

Turds in the hallway: one, thanks to boots

Dean Popps: one

Time logged on the roof: three hours sunshine iced tea tapes

Androg: me

Pregnant: ? (don't try to read into this. it's not what you think)
These moments surely go down as one of my best NYC weekends to date.
Every second, simply divine.
What's next?