It was a big event, as big as the billing, and certainly things were as cool as you should expect. Hopefully this corner of the pub will sate the needs of photo hungry peeps out there. So - the weekend as whole as I can manage...
A late night dash to the airport to meet up with the English boys, and then off to Juju's hotel for some late night meetin, greeting and general partying, before moving onto a club into the early morning with some time out for paddling with ducks in central park.
Meeting up with everyone one in the sixdegrees offices and then slowly but surely trasing them with beer on posters and all, but not without some fun on the way, then off on a bisk walk through crack whore NYC to get to the Disco Cruise (or two hours on a boat with Bmans pub and the worst DJ on Earth), before meeting up with the Candadians, jumping into taxi's and shooting of clubbing again. Or was that bowling?
Meeting up in the heart of Little Italy for some of the best piza in town in gut-bursting quantities, then general disarray as half the pubbers go into an 21+ bar leaving others stranded, and Dogg once again to clear up the mess, into another pub, and then splitting up into at least three seperate groups.
Slowly becoming infamous, the night that this pubber missed to his relief, and the night that the cough that hit people the week after was most spread. People were considered tame if they had only snogged three or four people. File under shame.
Most people headed back on either monday or tuesday, with a general feeling of winding down. Still some ardent drinkers getting smashed, but definately a feeling on Sunday night blues settling onsome pubbers. Time for reflexion and some more day time sightseeing, as well as lollipop/crack dealer bartering.
FLC sets the record straight here
Scooby has her own pictures up here
Noddy has stolen my piccies and created a work of art here