PHOTO UPDATE — photos by matt

Some pictures from New Year's celebration and Clay's visit to NYC last weekend. Stan and some girl (sorry I forgot your name) who made us feel wholly inadequate with her dual Columbia law and business school thing going on, as well as working at some private equity firm in the summers, and fighting crime at night.

What I like about this picture is the face the girl behind Stan is making.

The. Most. Ridiculous. Picture. of. Stan. Ever.

Happy New Year! Oof, 2008. Where is all this time going?? I'm starting to have a difficult time recalling exact dates. I should get this hazy memory looked at by a professional.

The girl who wore a clock. Man, was this girl drunk. You know a girl's had too much to drink when she lifts up her skirt to use as a cloth to wipe clean her "2008" party sunglasses.

And we're off to yet another year...

I met up with Cyrus and Co. Stan had to take off as he had to be at work by 5 am...

Kenny! Or the "Gay Willy Wonka" as I kept calling him that night because of that hat.

Kenny and some girl.

The next day I met up with Cyrus for our customary New Year's brunch at Coffee Shop. It's our tradition. Afterwards, Kenny showed up and we hung out with him while he destroyed the McFish sandwich.

Last weekend Clay came up from DC. We went to a party at Sin Sin. After some drinks there, I went to use the bathroom. Usually I'm not the antagonistic sort. I was about to step into the single occupancy bathroom, and actually thinking "Sweet! No line!," when some guy taps me on the shoulder and says to me "I'm next." 99.9 percent of the time, I would have apologized and stepped out. However, because--and this was my logic at the time--I was already two-thirds inside the bathroom I said "Sorry bro. I gots to piss and it'll just be a second." In this really whiny and sickly voice, he replied, "But-but I'm the DJ!" After I finished, I stepped out, patted him on the shoulder and apologized. "Sorry bro." So then I returned back to our table near the dance floor. I talk to Clay about something. I don't recall. A girl drunkenly says "I think I'm getting deja vu." Initially, Clay and I had no idea what she was referring to. And then it dawned on us. We were all listening to the same song that had just played two seconds prior. And then I realized that the DJ was still in the bathroom. Haha. And to think this same DJ earlier that night had randomly complimented me from his booth on my rockin' Rolling Stones t-shirt that I had purchased for two dollars from that vintage used clothing store on Thayer Street during my senior year at Brown. I wonder if this store is still there. Hmmm.

The next day, Saturday, after an intensive afternoon of jeans shopping for Clay in Soho, we went to visit our old friend Mark from our high school days. He's an artist who lives in the outskirts of Williamsburg with his wife, also an artist. So weird for me to see Mark's tranquil domesticated life as he was quite wild one in high school.

Mark showing us this solid gold plated computer part he found. He's working with computers for his current art projects. Pretty neat stuff.

At some point, Mark asks us, "Hey, do you guys want to help me build a desk?"

Clay pondering the carpentry challenge.

I predictably find a toy to play with, and that toy being the protective goggles. With the background of one of Mark's ongoing installations, I feel like I look like a visitor from the future...and yes, hoodies are still very popular in the year 2080. And in 2008, be sure to play these following numbers for the Mega Zillion lotto: 43 50 41 23 68 99 34. You can thank me later.

His neighbors were really stoked with all the sawing we were doing.

Mark and Clay working while I was drawing neat patterns in the saw dust.

Clay pulling off a simultaneous "Captain Morgan" and Flex-o-Guns pose. This is an extremely difficult pose to attempt, especially while power tools are around.