High Five!

Okay. Last night rocked, for a multitude of reasons. High on the list was the fact that Trevor and I tried out our costumes. On the streets of Astoria. After midnight. Oh yeah.

There's a zombie get-together tonight starting in Union Square, and I don't need an engraved invitation to show up dead. A little make up, a missing arm (w/ the bone sticking out) and I'm ready to go.





Trevor has the single best Borat imitation I've ever heard. His inflection is perfect, his expression unimpeachable, and now he has a suit and 'stache.

Dudded up, we lurched toward the local emergency room. The paramedics cracked up. The 7-11 employees, not so much. However, those at the all-night grocery store were most entertained. It felt good to do something a bit crazy, completely spur-of-the-moment.

Outstanding.