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Saturday was a marathon. I hung with Min and Matt and their wee bebes in Central Park, jetted up to Harlem to kick party prep into overdrive, helped Errin throw the party of the century, played drums at the party of the century until the cops came to shut us down (then waited a few minutes for the cops to leave and commenced playing drums again -shhhhhh), witnessed my man’s electrifying return to the stage as he busted out an incredible acoustic mini-set after Royal Pink played, unwittingly caused a cashier to undergo a complete psychotic break at Cosmic Cantina around four am by attempting to order a deluxe veggie burrito to-go even though that item was not officially on “the new menu,” the list goes on and on, till the break of muthafuckin’ day.

But despite all these varied and remarkable experiences, nothing came close to the landmark event I witnessed post-burrito, when LCF actually, truthfully, and without Williamsburgian irony, slipped on a banana peel. For Real. On Third Avenue. Never, have I ever in a million years, considered that the iconic slipping on a banana peel gag would ever make it’s way organically into my everyday life. But there it was! I had to snap the pic above just to prove to myself later that I wasn’t dreaming. Once it was established that LCF and his guitar were unharmed, that shit was hi-LARIOUS! I guess those olde-tymie-comic-cliche-craftspeople really knew what they were doing after all!

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