the masters: nyc edition

thanks to an invite to neel's birthday bash this past saturday in new york city, i didn't ski and didn't golf.  due to the abundance of festivities the prior evening (read: a 5 hour energy and ample 'raging'), i was left feeling less than stellar when sunday rolled around.  i found my way to augusta nonetheless; i lived vicariously through the pros and enjoyed the final round of the masters from the bed in the hotel room...

hi luke donald - did you call your caddy and did you guys decide to dress like twins?

...  in my new shoes.  that i got.  that are 100% inappropriate for my life in san francisco.  simply celebrating the fact that i felt horrible and that i was back in new york city.

tricked you with the cropping of the photos!  ha!