Bar research with Dagfinn, trying to find a suitable location for his birthday (which I'm gonna miss this year). This takes us to Sugar Lounge in the Columbia Waterfront area of Brooklyn.
Check out Mister King of the Castle there.
A couple calls. Plans canceled. Unexpected visitors. Dumplings and chicken fingers and happy hour hefeweizen. Who said it? Whose foul mouth actually uttered aloud the words, "I don't want to take pictures of houses burning down, I want to take pictures of men fellating each other"? Guesses in the comments, please.
