NYC Weekend - Part 2

Adam, I'm sorry in advance, for the photos above. Wait, no I'm not. If Velvet is my best friend I've never met, Adam is my best friend. Put it this way, if I was getting married, he'd probably have to make a toast. Now that I have the best man part out of the way, all I need is a girl. How hard can this be? Don't answer that.

Anyway, he's actually in the process of starting his own company, and when it launches officially I may blog his infamous bed dive story from Florence. So I've got that coming to this space, which is nice.

Moving on...the photos you see are from my 3-day weekend in New York. Rich and I (that's him on the left on the Brooklyn Bridge from our trip in 2006), braved Thursday night's downpour to head down for a kickin' weekend in the city.

Actual conversation while on I-84 around 8 p.m. on Thursday:

Doug: Am I in a lane?
Rich: Yeah, I think so.
Doug: Yeah? I think we just hydroplaned some.
Rich: I didn't notice.
Doug: Sweeeeeet.

During the weekend in NYC, I shot some photos of Adam (outtakes above) for his new business. OK, who am I kidding, those aren't the outtakes :-)

Moving on...

During out weekend, we also managed to hit up Central Park, hang out with some high school and college friends, catch my first ever viewing of Superbad, spend some time with my sister (who made the trip of from D.C. for the day Sunday), hanging out with my awesome little cousins (that's them in the slideshow, they rock), and generally freezing our asses off in Brooklyn while Rich hid in the bathroom and write ridiculous run-on sentences. Record grinds to halt. Wait, while Rich, bathroom, whaaaa.

OK, OK, I dragged the poor kid to Brooklyn for sunset on Friday (and got no photos to show for it, at all). Becca had recommended the location and it was great, right on the water and overlooking Manhattan with the Brooklyn Bridge on the right. And 40mph winds resuilting in a probably windchill of, oh, 20 degrees. Well Rich managed to find a dark but heated (he claims 85 degrees) public restroom to take shelter in while I shot for an hour. (Shoot with me! I'll take you to exotic safe places!) This was the third year Rich has put up with my dragging his ass around the city for photos, and I can't say thank you enough to him for putting up with me.

Finally, as I'm rambling here, Adam loaned me this book by the author of "Bringing Down the House" (the book the recent movie "21" was based on). I read it in one day, I literally couldn't put it down. Highly recommended.