WEEKEND UPDATE AND (!!) LAST NIGHT'S PARTY

Yes, people. You read that headline correctly. In this entry you are getting a double header, a two-fer, a two for the price of one special: I'm posting a Weekend Update entry AND a classic Last Night's Party entry. On Thursday afternoon, I get a message from my buddy Clay in DC asking me to call him back ASAP. Not "asap." But ASAP--in caps. "Yo, I got tickets to the Red Sox/Yankees--I'm coming to New York!" This is his buddy Ben. He and I chilled out in the bleachers with the rest of the hoi poloi while Clay sat elsewhere.

We were seriously surrounded by douchebags. Peanut throwing, "faggot" yelling, and cursing at old men qualifies them as douches in my book. The kid sitting next to us actually got kicked out by the cops.

The game was entertaining otherwise. I was bummed the Sox lost, but it was still an enjoyable game.

I was worried earlier in the day because of the threat of rain, but the night turned out to have really great weather.  Look at that blue sky bitches!!  Perfect baseball weather.

Afterwards, we kicked it back in Park Slope style at Cherry Tree for some beahs and pizza. Clay rocking out.

Ben is pensive.

Check out Ben's hat. I think it belonged to his grandfather. That is some quality baseball hat gunk. They had to head back to DC that night. Although they had an interesting drive back.

At midnight Chris and I motivated ourselves to go to a party in freakin' Williamsburg (place is FAR from Park Slope ya'll) at Chris's friend's apartment. Here's the decidedly unhipster-like host surrounded by his lady friends.

On the rooftop, it's Tze the adorable partier extraordinaire, Jeff the fun loving party guy, and Nate the good guy who'll dance with any girl to make them happy.

Hey, it's Cyrus and his tie dye Africa shirt! "It's not tie dye dammit!"

Finding the roof a bit chilly, we headed to the party downstairs and sat down in the living room to find that our minority presence...

...cleared the dance floor. *Insert crickets chirping.*

I need another drink. My plastic cup (classy) is empty, ya'll.

Chris concurs. "Yea, you need another drink bro...and get a classy one like mine."

What's a night with a jump I ask? NOTHING!

So we went back upstairs and helped ourselves to a couple bottles of wine.

Cy and Chris are talking, talking, talking. Talk talk talk. "Yea, I need to do some laundry. I could use some quarters--oh wait. GOT IT."

Ingredients for a solid Saturday night.

Me and my new friend.

Yea!

Getting my dance on.

She thought she was getting a nice smiling photo but instead it's just me and Chris ruining yet another nice moment. Party on, Wayne.

Chris and Jeff discussing duck genitalia.

HAHA. Chris, Jeff, and Nate showing the camera love.

This guy (Rob?) was INSISTING that Jeff punch him in the face.

"PUNCH ME!" I'm sure he's a nice kid...but I kinda wanted to see Jeff or someone or ANYONE smack this guy only because he was so freakin' insisting about it.

"We do need some paper towels..."

And then people just started jumping everywhere. Jumpfest 2007.

Cy gets in on it.

Jump jump!

Haha. This photo will make Jeff so happy.

While waiting for Chris as he talked to his friend...

Cy and I took photos in the hallway.

HIHIHIHIHIHI

Sunday morning, er late morning, er early afternoon, I met up with Cy for our weekly brunch strategizing session. Henry was there along with his old cell phone.

The latest in cell phone technology, ya'll.

After food and five cups of coffee, we brought the party to the steps in Union Square.

Henry and his ever present hat.

The pain on Cy's face is the inevitability of the fact he has to go into work on Sunday.

Monday, on my way home after hitting the gym I receive a text from Chris asking me how I felt about going to a party in LES with him and Jeff because of the nice weather. I responded that I felt good about it. We got there and it was literally a party of three. So instead we headed over to the ol' standby, Pianos. I was expecting a relatively low key night. Little did I know.

And we found ourselves in the early stages of a karaoke party there that night. Chris and Jeff seem initially skeptical.

I mean, they were REALLY gawd awful sounding. REALLY AWFUL. But what turned us from haters to...karaoke lovers?

Total Eclipse of the Heart! Jeff is LOVING it. LOVING the Total Eclipse of the Heart.

Wow. Chris is pulling "raising the glass" move early...

THIS photo would go into the Last Night's Party Hall of Fame. Haha. Jeff is studiously examining the Good Book of Songs for song options while Chris looks at him like an insistent wife. "Jeff, we're going with Sinead O'Connor."

Hmmmm. So many options!

And then things really got hot with "Intergalactic...planetary..." (say it out loud like a robot).

Here's a no-surprise: This 'stached guy sang Johnny Cash.

We're lovin' it! (No--no one did Justin Timberlake.)

YEA!

This girl was the star of the night. 1) She was the nuttiest dancer on the floor highlighted by the fact she was practically 7 feet tall, so she kinda stood out to say the least. 2) When she went on stage and looked kind of nervous and suddenly sober, Chris or Jeff said "this is either going to be REALLY amazing or REALLY terrible." If you're wondering what the result was, just look at the picture. LOOK at the mother fucking picture! It was AMAZINGGGG. Possibly one of the greatest thing I've ever seen--along with a guy singing word for word "Gasolina."

The switch to the bottle beer which lessens the spillage possibilities on the dance floor.

If you want to catch the next karaoke session, check it out at karaoke killed the cat.

OVERHEARD IN THE OFFICE

I'm very hesitant to discuss work here for obvious reasons, but I wanted to share this harmless anecdote which struck me as being quite funny. On friday, the sales director walked over to us with a quick question. "You guys are hipsters" she stated, ignoring my bemused puzzlement at her declaration.

"So what are some cool and nifty websites out there?" she asked.

I rattled off a few websites that I liked such as Gothamist, Gawker, Boing Boing and Flickr which she jotted down.

Thanking me for my help, and before walking back, she laughed and said, "I still like weather.com."

1, 2, 3, 4, GET YOUR HOMERUN ON THE FLOOR

I admit the headline makes no sense; I just wanted to channel Coolio for a moment. This past weekend the Red Sox hosted the Wankees, and I'm sure most of you have all heard or seen it by now, but during the Sunday game, the Sox slammed four home runs off one Yankee pitcher. Correction: Four consecutive home runs off one pitcher. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAGTfFJFsfA]

What a thing to see and experience for those people at the game who'd never been to a baseball game before. Now they're going to expect that at every game henceforth.

Oh yea, and here's some Coolio. You know you want it. 1,2,3,4 get yo woman on the floor ya'll:

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Update: ESPN's Bill Simmons made a funny about ARod:

A-Rod is like pollen -- you can always count on him to make an impact in April and May.

CELEBRITY SIGHTING

Yesterday on my way to lunch (with Munibhen!) I looked admiringly at this gorgeous woman walking with a friend.  It wasn't until she walked by that Munibhen turned to me and said, "Hey, wasn't that--" before we both realized it was Kate Hudson. Kate Hudson.  More stunning in person than on the big screen.  She couldn't lose me in 10 days.  Okay, that sounded stalkerish.

File this report under "Of all the things that matter in this world, this ranks among the least important--right there with the fact my bodega near work is very unfriendly even though I've been going there at least once a day for the past 9 months."

TRAIN TAGGING IN SOHO

Adidas set up a subway car on the corner of Lafayette and Houston in Soho and invited all these graffiti artists to decorate it, so to speak.  The entire circus is to promote their new line of graffiti designed sneakers. Obviously the first thing I thought of when I saw this is the corporate appropriation and commodifying of urban subcultures.  The location is particularly astute, because it's located right next to its large Adidas store which is only a block away from painfully hip destination sneaker stores such as Supreme.

That said, it's still pretty sweet to see the tagging happen in action and the creation of rather intricate artwork accomplished collaboratively in a seemingly nonchalant and improvisational manner.  However, there was also a certain cognitive dissonance of seeing cops protecting this event.

I think its quantitative impact (eg. translation of graffiti artists exhibition into sneaker sales and dollar $ign$) in terms of strictly marketing is debatable, but the fact that I'm writing about it here on my blog and mentioning Adidas, which roughly 7 people will read, demonstrates that this subway graffiti event is having some impact, as specious as it may ultimately be (Is this more likely to make me buy or consider Adidas?  No.  Does it make me think or associate Adidas as being "cool" or "hip?" No.  Why?  See aforementioned remark about the corporate appropriation and commodification.  But might this graffiti display influence say, less critical individuals than myself?  Maybe.  Tourists?  Definitely.).

I took a cell phone snap shot of someone doing their thing on the subway car:

WEEKEND UPDATE

No photos from Thursday night, but lets just say I ended the night passing out on a couch while wearing a freakin' sweet kimono. Friday night (No work that day thanks to Good Friday), I went to Rififi's to see my friend Dan, from high school perform stand-up. Unfortunately, I got there right after he had finished his set and I was pissed I missed it because putting aside my obvious partiality, I do find his stand up quite hilarious (mmm, jokes about rape, the Holocaust, and abortion). Check out this clip of him from Comedy Central:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gS95kFwgEIs]

Go check out his snazzy new website and friend him on Myspace.

Anyway, check it out: THREE, yes, THREE Alaskans in New York City at the same location and time. Me, Dan, and Dave. Little did the patrons in the bar know that they were in the presence of basically...a lot of Alaskans. If they had, their brains might have exploded. That's why we had to leave the bar--for the welfare of the people inside.

Dan lives out in LA and didn't bring a jacket to NYC. At his meeting at Comedy Central this week, I guess they felt bad that he didn't have a jacket so they gave him this vest from the Comedy Central roasting of William Shatner (heh, Shat. Insert Beavis and Butthead laugh here.).

Afterwards, Cy and I went to S'Mac, a mac and cheese restaurant in East Village. Dang, I'm hungry just looking at this picture.

It was so good, we each got another plate. Haha. I got the 4 cheese and the Cajun one.

On Thursday night, someone said to me "Who throws themselves two birthday parties, anyway??" Cy does. Saturday night, he had his second birthday party at Kush.

Chris's dope gigantic beer (Only four dolla too!) and his uh, 69 coat check ticket. Heh.

Beth and her partner-in-crime from college days. When we first arrived and sat down, Beth asked "Is there dancing that goes on around here? We might have to go somewhere with dancing." Oh, what a prophetic question...

Dang, those "reserved" signs are so tempting to steal, er, borrow. I'm not saying I was in any way involved, but the following have been borrowed by some people from bars and clubs: Reserved sign; Salt and Pepper shaker; Books; Pillow; And a chair.

Rupa and her friend (again, I'm terrible with names!).

Annie and Chris. The party poses started early!

Yea, so this is the GOOD profile side of my face. From the other side, I'm just a hot mess.

Birthday boy, Chloe and her British friends. They left for England on Sunday. How do I know this? Because Chloe reminded me about 8 times that they were leaving for England the day after. Haha.

Rupa is checking to see if her friend bathed.

Yup!

I'm trying to think of the last time I went to a party that wasn't a hookah joint. Hmmm. I can't remember...but hookah is just so...good.

Regarding hookah being good, Reena is thinking, "YEA IT IS!"

"Birthday boy wants some god damn hookah, Reena! I WANT IT."

Beth is clearly amusing me here.

SMOKE.

MUNIBHEN! (And her friend--I seriously need to take one of those memory classes so I can remember people's names better.)

Haha. Beth looks...dirty here. Not dirt dirty obviously, but like...Spice Channel dirty here. Damn!

2/3s of the Dugger clan, not that you can see the resemblance or anything. Haha.

"Ahh, no more photos!"

Chloe and her friend.

Ooooh: A photo OF a photo being taken. How post-something.

Oh my god, law school's killed Kenny! A rare night away from the law library for this kid.

And it's Monica! Aka Monkiwi!

I think I was saying something like, "ARARHHHHGGGHH" here. And that means "Happy Birthday."

BAM! There it is. Blue Steel bitches!

Night started getting a little hazy here after these two shots of whiskey for me and Chris. And my peeps know I don't do whiskey. Ever.

Remember that question Beth asked earlier? "Is there any dancing?" Sheeeeit. It's not all just photo taking and drinking with us.

And here's Beth doing her part on the dance floor. And look at how HAPPY the guy in the background is that she's doing her thing. Her thing being dropping it low to the ground.

He's like "Yessss. That is wifey right there."

Kenny capturing the moment so he'll never forget when he is locked back up in the law school dungeon.

Me, Chloe and Chris.

Yup.

I like how Beth and Kenny are doing the sexy thing and me and Chris are just acting like dang fools.

Dance, dance, dance. Speaking of, I think SexyBack should be retired from all DJ set lists. It's that time.

Again, soles of the shoes be insulting you.

Reena is really enjoying wearing my manly scarf and and Chris's hat.

I think the whiskey shot I had started to kick in around this point...

Wow. In all the four years or whatever that I've been blogging and taking photos, I've NEVER had a photo like this. "Save to back-up server."

What is going on here? I know two out of four people here read my blog so hopefully one of them can enlighten me on what occurred at this moment.

Group shot!

"ARRRRGHHGHHH," says Matt while Cyrus is heard in the background. "What? Obama, let me call you back tomorrow. I'm out at a club right now. Call you back. What? I'll CALL YOU TOMORROW. Right. Exactly. Peace in the middle east."

I assumed that we left Kush around 2ish, but the text I sent at 5 am from the pizza joint suggests otherwise. Here's Cy looking exhausted after drinking from basically 9 pm to last call.

SUBWAY THOUGHTS

Going over the bridge, I like to look out at the Manhattan skyline and I'm of the opinion that the monolithic Verizon building is quite a hideous structure. Its overcompensating red corporate logo emblazoned across the top screams its presence all across downtown Manhattan and insecurely asks, "CAN YOU HEAR SEE ME NOW?" Unfortunately, yes. Yes we can see you now.

WEEKEND UPDATE

Had a relatively uneventful weekend, other than the realization that my friend Lauren is an addict for Billy Joel. Enough so that it compels her to dance...

Uptown girl loves to dance.

Saturday, I scored me some sweet (and cheap!) art books at the Taschen bookstore in Soho. I've decided to teach myself and become the world's foremost authority on Caravaggio.

Sunday was brunch with the Cy for yet another weekly life strategizing session over omelets, mimosas, and endless cups of coffee.

On Monday, I went to the Knicks game, which was a great time right until the part where the Knicks fucked up and lost (again). Motherfuckers. At least the popcorn was good.

Today, Tuesday, to celebrate such a beautiful day, I threw a model airplane off the 14 floor of my office building in Soho! It was SO FUCKING SWEET. The three of us guys followed its meandering flight and gleefully laughed and giggled like we were 9 year olds in a playground on recess again.

Haha. My imitation of the projected flight of our plane.

The anticipation!

And away it goes! Unfortunately we couldn't track it with the camera, but it was really quite a sight as it dived between rooftops only to rise again with the soft and warm wind currents--circling in a random mesmerizing pattern--before it finally came to a gentle thud on the street below, Lafayette Street, in front of surprised pedestrians headed home for the day.

SUBWAY AD

I'm convinced that this ad I've seen in the subway could ONLY be run in NYC.

BEST PROTEST PICTURE OF 2007

(Via)

Exactly.

(Original link)

RONALD MCDONALDS IS SURPRISED

Photo taken at McDonalds on 27th and 6th Ave.

COFFEE SHOP CLOSED? (UPDATE)

Rumor has it that the Coffee Shop in Union Square is currently closed down on account of the DOH? Can anyone confirm?? Yes, the place is cheesy with over priced drinks, a forgettable menu (although their burger always hits the spot, but then again ANY restaurant should be able to nail down a burger), unnecessarily too many bouncers with their 'game face' on, and only passasbly hot waitresses. And yet, I love it, because of all the good memories that place holds for me and my friends:

1. 4 am breakfast there at the Coffee Shop after a night of partying on a Tuesday...on which I had a job interview at 8 a.m. From the bathroom of the restaurant, I called and left a message to the law firm saying I couldn't make it to the interview on account of the fact I was stuck in Boston. Why was I in Boston, you ask? "Because I was on a minority recruitment trip for my alma mater."
2. Everyone meeting Naija.
3. Eddie and I meeting up for lunch on a Saturday, because it's the first warm, mini-skirt weather day of the spring-summer (mini skirts on the ladies, not us--just to clarify). And while sitting outside enjoying the view and food, our Bloody Marys become just that: Bloody Marys, plural. Drunk dialing and rallying the troops would start happening around 4 p.m.
4. Throwing up in the booth (I only vaguely remember) and giving Cy the middle finger afterwards (or was it during the up chuck situation?). I think I might have then pushed my water on his fries. I'm not sure. Actually, this is a bad memory.
5. Six of us squeezing in around one of their tiny tables outside.
6. Countless brunches recapping the scandals of the previous night. These brunches usually involve a lot of high fives and fist pounds and "Exactlys" among attendees.
7. Endless strategizing sessions.

It's our diner as Tom's was to Jerry, George, Elaine and Racist Kramer.

UPDATE: Coffee Shop has reopened. 

NEW YORKERS DON'T LIKE OUR GRANDMAS BEATEN UP

So this news item is a few days old now, but it's still worth mentioning I think: some douchebag extraordinaire mugged and attacked two old women in New York City. I mean, seriously old women. Try, 85 and 101 years old respectively. Anyway, these attacks were caught on tape, but the perp hasn't been caught. Over a thousand calls, according to this comprehensive coverage by the Gothamist, have been made to Crimestoppers, and while some are helpful tips to the cops that might lead to the arrest of this jackass, a lot of the calls are also from irate citizens mainly calling in to tell the police "...what they themselves would like to do to the suspect when he's caught."

"You better catch him before we do," one angry tipster said of the mugger caught on tape March 4 striking Rose Morat as the centenarian struggled to hold onto her purse.

Another caller suggested the mugger meet the same hanging fate as deposed Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein - "but with barbed wire."

A female caller warned: "If I catch him, that [expletive], I'm going to mess him up." A male voice volunteered to "do to him what he did to her."

Another male caller urged prison-style justice, telling cops to "make sure every [person] in prison knows what he did."

And Mr. T also called in and said, "I pity the fool!...after I get done with him."

This whole situation has a slight comic book tone to it. Spider Man is going to swoop in at any second and apprehend this guy. Then he's going to spidey on over and deliver some flowers to the two old ladies.

Or maybe I'm just really excited for Spider Man 3.

ANOTHER M&C PLUG

Who knew the word "terrorism" can actually have a milk-coming-out-of-nose  "LOL" effect? The specific sentence?

How do [girlst] convince a guy that he wants to breakup with them when he’s actually perfectly happy: terrorism.

Click link above for more context.

REVIEW: THE NEW 'N' TRAIN

Recently, I had the opportunity to ride the new N Train. This baby is a sweet ride, let me tell ya'. This baby is a sweet ride. Its aesthetics reminds me of the silver bullets that dash around the 4,5,6 track, but it's clearly a better and improved version.

I'm particularly loving the digitalized LED signs (similar to the L train) that lets you know what the next stop is without having to decipher the muffled and distorted 'wa-wa' announcements of the MTA driver. This might not seem like a big deal to those of you who live on Union Square or whatever, but sometimes the N runs randomly local and other times express, and that's a pretty important distinction--whether the N is local or express--if I want to get home in a timely manner.

These new trains also have a handlebar that runs along the middle of the car, which is convenient for those rush hour crowds. That feature means I no longer have to "hold onto" the ceiling (difficult considering its flat surface...) when I find myself unfortunate enough to be stuck in the middle of the car with seemingly nothing else to latch onto.

The roommate, Chris, wasn't so into the harsh and unforgiving fluorescent lighting, but I sort of like it. It gives the trains a certain sterile ambience that, in some way, assures me that I'm in safe hands as I hurtle through the deep tunnels and over the East River.

I can't wait until these trains are added to the D line.

This entry might possibly be one of the least sexiest topics I've ever written about. Again, this ought to be added evidence of my extreme dorkism and nerdocidity.

METROCARDS AND CONDOMS AND ROBITUSSIN

I've never been more ill in one winter than this year.  I have a few theories that could explain this (Memo to self: Stop making out with skanks.  I kid, I kid.), but I am solidly sure about one thing and that is this: I'm really ready for winter to be over and done with. Anyway, back to what you are here for, which is links to things that will amuse, entertain, and occasionally educate you while avoiding your work duties.  And I have a link ("plug" for a friend) that will hopefully provide all three.

One of the most erudite friend of mine has caught the blogging bug and has started maintaing an entertaining blog (metrocardsandcondoms.wordpress.com) that presents his grand unifying theories and penetrating analysis on dating, sex, and relationships, along with an occasional insight into his neuroses.  The writer intends for it to be a roundtable discussion, if you will, with each entry providing the proverbial launch pad or diving board.

Cheers.

LAST NIGHT'S PARTY

Thursday was--no big surprise here--Babel. It IS really tough to turn down a free bottle of Goose and hookah action especially after a brutal week.

Chloe trying to convince her BFF Cristina to inhale. "Everyone's doing it."

Take two. What's with girls insisting on editorial control with deletion powers over photographs taken?

Chris agrees: "Yea, what's up wit' dat?"

Belly dancer appearance. Cue rhythmic clapping.

I applaud her balancing ability.

Henry helps the dancer.

"Come closer."

Cy looks so happy to be in the middle of this sandwich.

"ARRRGHHHHH!!!!"

"Why Chloe? Why?"

Two thumbs up for Babel thursdays!

Beautiful girls make Chris act the foolishness.

Couple of Henry's friends (forgot your names though: sorry!!).

"It's okay, Matt."

White smoke of the legal variety. Stay clean, kids.

"Hmmm."

Getting their their dance on.

I kind of like this photo, because of its uh, composition.

"Gimme your money BITCH!" Haha.

More foolishness. Haha.

Friday night was 'stay in and drink wine with roommates' night.

Chris entertaining us with some sweet depressing music.

Kristin avoiding the paparazzi style.

Luca thinks he's a cat. He loves sitting on laps.

I am Korean after all...although the Mexican in me would wrap him up in a tortilla.

Collectively can we all say, "awwww."

Saturday, we went to Cherry Tree on Bergen and 4th Ave. Cool place.

Grrrr.

"It's the hat, dude. Chicks DIG the hat."

Chris ruining a perfectly nice moment with a bit of vulgarity. (High five, bro!)

Condoms!

I've never seen Chris so happy!

An effective way of letting the bartender know that you aren't finished with your drink. OH, speaking of: The bartenders at Cherry Tree kept taking my beer and throwing it out before I had finished it. It happened twice. Fucking pissed me off.

The Roommates of President Street. This time it's my turn to ruin a photo. "ARRRRGHHHH!"

Haha. Ass cleavage!

My favorite thing about the bar was BUCK HUNTERRRRR:

GANGSTA.

I call this the "Dick Cheney." BAM! BUCK SHOT TO YO FACE, PUNK!

GANGSTA.

Yea, you.

Hmmm, some unknown klepto of the bunch with the strainer...

Haha. This is a brilliant jumping photo.

The wind up...

Unsuccessful take two.

LAST NIGHT'S PARTY

Don't have many photos for this one on account of the camera battery (and sometimes it's good to just put the camera down). Saturday morning, got up and met up with the Cy for brunch at B and 12th Street.  I got out of Union Square to find myself in the midst of a massive pillow fight taking place there.

Cy solemnly awaiting his 10 dollar plate of eggs, toast, potatoes, coffee, and mimosa. (Seriously, the best brunch deal I've come across in the City.)

Right, so on top of the brunch being tasty and easy on the wallet, there were these two smoking hot lesbians all over one another who were sitting directly next to us. It was very welcoming-ly distracting.

So after we finished our food, drinks, and lesbian making out gazing, we decided to leave. Outside the restaurant, I noticed it had a street placard advertising 2 for 1 drinks from 4 to 8 pm. I took out my cell phone and checked the time (I don't wear a watch) and turned to Cy. "It's 4:18 right now. Should we...?" When we went back in, the couple saw us and laughed. We explained the happy hour special to them.

Party picture taken at....

4:34 pm! Haha.

MY FRIENDS ARE ENTRE-PORN-ENEURS

Did C-Low and friend really tell these two girls that they ran a porn website?

Yes, yes they did.

LAST NIGHT'S PARTY

UPDATE: Find Waldo us on the party page of GBH. How obnoxious. Now back to your regularly scheduled programming:

I need to empty my recycle basket. Don't you think?

I like to think that this could be "art" that speaks to the lack of a creative and critical discourse in the modern office in today's capitalist milieu, where paper, which permeates all offices, and it's incredibly discursive quality is minimalized in order to maximize and propogate profit. The physical tabula rasa is used to print rote correspondence seeped in a facade of familiar salutations and amity that only serve to mask the dog-eat-dog nature of business. What I've done here is to crudely equate the perverted symbolism of paper with trash, however by utilizing a recycle basket I'm bluntly screaming that there is no hope. It remains a forever viciously recycled business of corporate robots and soulless peons.

Oh, by and by: I'm selling a limited edition reproduction of this photo for 900 dollars each. And the actual item can be yours for 10,000 dollars.

Speaking of art, on Thursday Carly and I went to an art exhibit in the LES aka an exucuse to drink at the open bar, which was spilling over with uber-hipsters, and three girls who accidentally wandered in ask us what was happening there. So we told them about the exhibit. They looked around and asked us, "Where is The Art?"

Exactly, where IS the art? Hmmm. Deep thoughts. Think about it.

Ms. Thang.

Carly and me with my sweet 3-D glasses I found around the office. The place was so jam packed, that she and I ended up chilling out by sitting on the cabinets, quite literally.

Classy plastic cup.

Mmm, open bar! (But look at all those barely touched wasted drinks!!! Travesty!)

Carly's magazine friend Andrew. Thanks dude for hooking us up with free drinks even after the bar 'closed.'

Andrew (look at his "been frequenting the open bar for quite awhile" eyes...haha) and his super cool friend who is starting her own jewelry company.

Happy people.

Afterwards, we bounced over to Hiro for Cheeky Bastard partay.

Haha! This might be the most brilliant photo of Sam. Sam and Nick run a art community website called Heelpress. Go check it out, sign up and join, and upload all your creative efforts.

Nick--the other half of Heelpress (which later that night as he was talking to a couple girls became a porn site). I think I'm going to bring more prop items out with me. Everyone wanted a turn with those glasses.

The K to the S doing her best Stevie Wonder impression.

Pure foolishness.

A two drink minimum?

Haha.

LeVar Burton was also there. He kept trying to read us shit from Reading Rainbow, and I was like, "Dude, stop. We're trying to dance!"

Sweater over shoulder? Yes!

Haha. As this photo was being taken, Chris--who at the time was flirting with the bartender or something--saw this and thought "I NEED TO BE IN THESE PHOTOS" and he SPRINTED over...just in time to make the next photo:

Chris literally came to one of those cartoon skidding stops just as the flash went off. Result? Brilliant photo.

Hot sweaty dance floor mess.

"And the midget was THIS tall bro! Someone THIS tall can't be calling herself a midget! She was hot though."

"And this was a tough move, but those How-To Riverdance videos really paid off!"

Mikey (He can dance better than you) backs up his trunk...and Carly kinda likes it.

And of course, the night ends with a jump!

Final thoughts: Did I really dance on stage? Did I really see Chris wheelbarreling a girl on the dance floor? Was there really a 50 dollar minimum? Did someone really text message...basically, Pol Pot? And lastly, one thing one should never throw down the gauntlet and call me a pussy.