NOTE: These photos are the companion to a love note I wrote to New York City a couple months before moving here. Click here to read.
My next girlfriend, Layla The Bellydancer.
Oh, Brooklyn . . . I feel you.
Seriously, did the city know I was coming? Is that why they put up these ridiculous signs?
Disco sushi: The Spicy Boy Roll. And some yellowtail.
Disco sushi: The Happy Island Roll. It had mango in it. Sushi shouldn’t come in sauce soup, but isn’t it so pretty?
Trying to dance and sushi simultaneously.
I’m a disco balla, fo’ real.
Who you callin’ a hookah?
Here we have a rare shot of the Emily in her natural habitat. Dance floor, 3 a.m. Habibi Lounge.
Dangerously Enthusiastic 