Rob is all smiles after a great gig, celebrating his “29th” at The Dove.
Jen welcomes us to The Dove, the great bar on Thompson between Bleecker and West 3rd.
Kim, who looks like she just got caught in a tractor beam, and Henrietta, who looks like she is about to sneeze, say happy birthday to Rob, who is foolishly mixing drinks.
Rob looks in “wonder” at Kim’s new outfit.
Ann and Jordan blanche at the paparazzi.
We were served something fearfully entitled Irish Car Bombs.
It’s a half-shot of Jameson and a half-shot of Bailey’s dropped in a half pint of Guinness.
We all wait in anticipation.
And then we suck ’em down. Tasty!! Yum!!
And this is what the city looks like after 3 of em.
