Ah, Saturday afternoon... a little humid, threat of rain. Maybe won't be so many... Oh.
The tail end of the mammoth golf-themed (we assume!) pub crawl... Lining up for a putt across Avenue A...
Then catching up to meet the others in argyle and plaid.
...later, a bachelorette party featuring a penis-shaped balloon.
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Frat-style hijinks (Jeremiah's Vanishing NY)