Sarwar. Accountant by day, non-stop party animal by night.

On Saturday night Trish and I were rolling with a posse (Gabby and AJ). It was my homie, Sarwar's Bday. Shit. Was. Crazy.

Backstory: Every time we hang out with Sar we get into some serious shenanigans. Example; stealing booze from a party while dressed as Pikachu (Trish) and Dorothy (me). We got busted when we high-fived too obviously. I just decided that I don't want to give any more incriminating examples...

N-E-WAYS... Sarwar's Bday. We started out at The Sixth ward on the LES where we kept it real chill. After that, we moved on to Miss Favela's in Williamsburg. Transportation provided by Sarwar's friend Vintech. Miss Favela is a brazilian dance club that is apparently the place to be on a Saturday night. The DJ mixed in some New Order, Soft Cell, and MIA with Samba music and we danced until the place closed at 4am. It was at the point in the night where everyone was sharing arrest stories, Vintech was telling us about his baby mama drama, and the creepers at the bar were starting to look desperate. Time to go home. Text conversation between me and Sarwar the next day:

Me: My whole body hurts. I think I danced too hard.

Sarwar: Yeah u danced like there was no tomorrow. My head is killing me.

I call that birthday party success!

P.S.

I would like to finish this post with my favorite picture ever.