Kelda and Phillip are moving to Tacoma, Washington at the end of the month, so they're throwing something of a farewell bash for "the gang".

They live in Jersey City, where I've only been once before. I'm a little nervous - about getting lost, and because the directions Kelda sends out makes mention of a statue of "a guy getting stabbed in the back."

This is the first thing we see when we step off the PATH:



Right? See, there's "stabbed in the back", then there's "huge-assed bayonet through the back and out the front of your chest."

Amazingly, just on the other side of the statue, we find Jersey City Gay Pride Day:



If you ask me, nothing says gay pride like a huge-assed bayonet in the back.

The beautiful Kelda:


The handsome Phillip:


And the rest of us:










I wind up staying out in Jersey City much, much longer than planned, and don't get back into the city until about 12:30. I run home, throw some water on the face, and am right back out the door: Kristin is in town for her birthday, and I had promised to meet up with those guys for a drink. They've been bar-hopping all night, and I finally catch up with them at Deacon Brodie's on 46th.

The lovely Kristin:


And the rest of us:






This being Jimmy, of course, we eventually wind up at Don't Tell Mama's, across the street.








Kids these days, and their text messages.


That must be one important text.








We wind up closing the place down, then it's back to Deacon Brodie's. No more pictures, only this: