Michael's birthday, at Black Betty's, Brooklyn. There was a large group from the Guggenheim, and a good dj for the little bar. Smiley and I
danced and the boys whooped and called, as we giggled, pulling our hands across eachother, while sipping Wiskey Sodas. We were dancing
in those mens' attention, but we were lost in each others fun. Michael got a butterfly on a pin for his birthday, it was beautiful, but looked like
a trophy. Ian, Clay, Tim, J-Bar, Lisa, Hickory, Maggie, Ransom, Heather, Drinks, dinner, then kisses on the cheek and goodnight.