Backdrop to the event, NYC skyline.
The long road to board the ferry home.
Claustrophobia dotcom
Anne and I enjoying the bubs
I call this one "rich people trash"
While Nacho and I didn't cross paths (apparently he was there to play polo or something), I certainly crossed the path of quite a few glasses of Veuve. Great weather this time around... with hilarious sightings of fancily dressed people drunk as skunks, dancing in the middle of a field in New Jersey.
