
Constantine Maroulis, with a mystery blond, in line at the Pinkberry knockoff on 30th and 3rd. (Yes, Murray Hill. Rub it in, why don't you?)
Note: I have two fantastic and, more importantly, hilarious photos to post in here, but since Blogger has decided to call it a night (unlike the rest of us) and give me error messages like they're going out of style, the photos will have to wait. (Ugh. I can feel the comedic value decreasing exponentially as I type this. Although, some might argue that there wasn't that much to begin with. And those "some" might be blind. Have you seen the guy? Comedy gold, my friends, com-ed-y gold.)
UPDATE: Below: My raison d'etre. Am I laughing at him? I'll never tell.