After camp ended after a long 16 weeks, some of the finest people from the French Woods got together and decided to give New York City a good run for its money. After riding down in a camp van and siegel stopping for emergency shoe purchase at a gas station half way, we arrived in the city to what could basically be described as a ghetto posing as a half way house, posing as a hotel. We settled into the hotel being careful not to disturb the resident hobos that have been living there since it was a mental institute ( it really was ) and made plans for the first night out. Romy was first to set the scene for what layed ahead planting her DNA all over the sidewalk without even consuming a drink
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