where's my umbrella

we rainily celebrated hilary's birthday ("again?" i hear you asking. "yes," i say, "because much like my birthday, hilary's bday lasts a week and a half.") in manhattan on saturday night. i say rainily because, oh my god, like i thought it would never stop raining. we also, newbie new yorkers that we are, mistakenly thought that to get to the F train from the N train we had to walk two avenue blocks in the pouring rain. when we actually could've just transferred at 34th street. whatever.

phong was here this weekend, trudging with us through the rain. never ones to let a little thing like weather keep us from enjoying our new city, however, we galavanted around manhattan on saturday and sunday, shopping and eating. unlike some people i know, we don't actually believe that we're on an extended episode of sex and the city, so we didn't take cabs everywhere or have martinis in posh hotel bars. we drank beer on the lower east side and waited around for the N train (except that one time at 4am sunday morning when we'd just finished eating pizza and it was pouring rain and we were ten blocks from the subway. oh, and phong offered to buy us the cab. we took a cab then.).

because phong was here, we have not only photographs of the whole thing, we have videos. enjoy.