Also the small Kwan came by...
When it became apparent that Uncle Ming's did not have a secret dancefloor like so many other wonderful New York bars, we bounced a few blocks to a bar called Niagara which featured no waterfalls but did have a tiny little dancefloor...
and a collapsing straw hut...
There were also these totally rando Asian girls that nobody could tell apart (or remember afterward).
One tried to make out with Tak.
The other grabbed KG's ass and told him it was a "six"...
She then kept making random comments and was being so annoying that he finally just told her he was gay.
I enjoyed that...while Taku enjoyed triple-fisting.
As always, shirt spillage is a good indicator of a good time.
Weeeeee!
In the end Kris got us kicked out when he tried to steal some shots that were just sitting on the bar.
I've never been escorted out by security. It was kind of fun. Huge bouncers grabbing us by our arms and dragging the 12 or so of us out of the bar.
Good times.
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