I regretfully inform my loyal readers that the pleather pants produced zero amounts of adventure. Instead, they added to my hatred of hipsters because apparently those are the only people who go out in the East Village these days. And let me tell you, they sure DON'T appreciate the wonders of pleather pants.
I shall not give up on my pleather-driven adventures, but need to look for better venues in which to show them off.
Side note--this is the first sunny day in NYC in ages, which is lining up for a drunktastic St. Patrick's Day tomorrow. I feel like the blog will be blowing up as I follow the Rainbow all over midtown. First stop--green beer at Angus McIndoe.
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