Finally a SXSW 2008 recap! - Wedding crashing, lobby swimming, and five 4am nights worth of free drinks (oh and also there were some internet panels)
Hey, welcome to Part 2 of my catching up before I take off for Sweden (!!). With any luck Part 3 - ski season recap! - should be up over the weekend (what, you missed Part 1? But that what's Mom's 60th bday!) Anyway, so let's finally get this SXSW recap out of the way (er, from first week in March!)
So, SXSW = South by Southwest, the interactive + film + music conference festival that's held down in Austin, TX every Spring. Alex and I went down on the Google dime in 2006 and it was amazing (esp since dodgeball was the Next Big Thing at the time). We went down again in 2007, though that was when me + Alex were brawling with Google over their neglect of dodgeball (all while Twitter was blowing up as the Next Big Thing). So 2008... I wasn't really too hot on the idea of going down. I'm kind of in-between-jobs and in-between-projects and just wasn't really that fired up for it. Then again, everyone in the world was headed to Austin... Alex, Karen, Kevin.K, Harry.H, Danny Denver and just about everyone I know from ITP whose now out in SF.
With about 2 days before the conference, Alex and Kevin start giving me for shit for not planning on coming. I did't have a plane ticket, I did't have a hotel (er, impossible to find even 2 months before the festival) and I didn't have a badge ($500!). I started IMing with Karen about maaaayyybbbee coming down - secret surprise style, which is when Karen said I could crash in their hotel for a night. And then Danny Denver turned out to have an extra place to crash. And then I started looking at plane tix and realized I had a Jet Blue voucher. And then heard that my buddy Ryan who was running a panel on Location Aware Gaming had a open spot to fill (poor Slavin had pneumonia) which would score me a freebee speaker's badge. So, early Friday afternoon - while everyone was already en route to Austin - I scrapped together my five-days-in-Austin itinerary, packed my lil' green backpack and headed to JFK. I text'ed Karen to tell her know that I managed to scam my way down and to try to keep all the ITP kids out late enough so I could make a secret surprise entrance... masterplan was to get in around 10:30p, roll into downtown Austin around 11p. Woo-hooo!
... and they I get to JFK and realize that Jet Blue has crushed my dreams yet again. My 8:45 flight delayed 2+ hours - pushing my 12am arrival time, back to around 3am.
Long story short, I told KB to keep everyone out till midnight. She knew I was super delayed and kept people out as late as possible. By the time I rolled up to the SXSW's opening night after-party (er, 3:55am) there were no more beers, no more good times, and Alex and Ron and Manlio and Danny and KB (good bless them) were all Slurry McCrunkedaLot. Still a successful late night reunion!
... just enough time for one of these...
... before making the trek over the bridge...
... to crash with Alex and Karen in their loooovveee suite. And goodnight!
Hello Saturday! The panel I fandangled myself onto ("You Are Here, Gaming and Geolocation") was one of the very first panels of the conference. Bad because the panel isn't as crowded as it would be if it was in the afternoon, good because at least you get it out of the way, leaving you stress free for the rest of the festival.
and ps: "In Between Jobs" is the best job of all jobs!
Everyone loves a good wedding recap: Randy + Lisa get all hitched up in The Brooklyn
Hey! Just because it's October (er, and still 84 degrees in NYC) you didn't think we were done with wedding season did you? Let's rewind two weeks ago (Sept 21) to Randy and Lisa's wedding out in Brooklyn!
(oh real quick, a quick shoutout to anyone who's pics I stole for this recap... there are *hundreds* of Flickr pics from the wedding)
In case you're totally lost here's our little love birds... this pic skips ahead a bit though, let's start at the rehearsal dinner down at Dekk in Tribeca...
Four course meal... and all we've got to do is wear a tux tomorrow!! The steak was one of the most delicious things I've ever eaten (note to self: go back to Dekk and see if it's always that good). Grell giving me the stinkeye over the last bite.
All the groomsmen got the hookup from Randy with these hifiny shirts (er, hifiny being Randy's bbblllooooggggg).
I got a brown one. Kid silkscreened them himself! (ps: the kids in Amsterdam were wondering were to get 'em - ha!)
And onto Friday... I cut out of work early as all the groomsmen met up at Randy + Lisa's place in Tribeca for a get-yer-tux-on party. Rentals courtsey of Men's Warehouse - Kyle busted on his shirt to find this nasty blood stain on his sleeve. We tried to imagine how this went down - I like the idea of someone getting clocked in the face at some ex-girlfriend's wedding in NJ, the dude just wiping the blood on his sleeve and being like, "Let's do this!" and then a huge brawl breaks out in parking lot of the Paramus Mall... or whatever.
20 Hours in Ocean City (aka Randy's bachelor party!)
Hey! Did you know Randy is getting married in September? (wedding #5 of the season, btw!). Last weekend A thousand weekends ago (8/25!) a crew of us got together and made a raodtrip down to Ocean City, MD in celebration of his last days of singlehoodness (Is that a word? Should be. BTW, bachelor party #3 of the summer!)
The adventure starts early Saturday morning (8:30! Tribeca!). The lovely Lisa.S made us some Danish pancake balls ("aebelskivers") and some mf'ng sausages (if you've got an escargot panaebelskiver pan try making them at home. And if you're awesome - like I'm going to be when I get ane of these little pans - then make those lil' pancake balls and fill 'em with powerdered sugar and bits of bacon and syrup and, oh man, sounds delicious, no?!?)
Anyway, oh yeah MD - we set sail in two cars around 9am... and... with... all... the... traffic... got there aroud 3pm (an hour of that is my fault for missig *one stoopid turn* off the highway which cost us about an hour. Ugh.)
Before we left, Randy laid out a selection of fine men's attire for us to choose from. Here (well, above) all of us (sans Carney) looking like the hottest douchebags you've ever done seen. This was taken with Josh's magical camera which is why it looks phenomenal.
In case you needed better lighting, we moved to the deck. As you may have noticed I got a haircut for J's wedding which looks like a stoopid Lego Person's haircut. Stoopid Astor Place.
We had a half-plan for the night... around 5pm we made the trek to the boardwalk, nine dudes crammed into a minivan cab.
Three weeks late! So what!? Hi! My birthday = Tues 6/19, party was on Wednesday. Original invite called for a dance party on the upstairs terrace at Professor Thoms, but due to a technical error in the reservation process (er, I never called to confirm - oops) and the factthat Prof Thom's was hosting some Wednesday night BINGO, we dragged everyone a few blocks east over to Heathers.
Hey, and thanks to everyone who came out as bday #31 was pretty slamming. For the sake of comparison (and procrastination) I offer you recaps of bday #30, #29, #28, #27 on this lazy Friday afternoon. ps: No real narrative here, but please enjoy these randomly strung together images.
Looks dirty. Blindfold came from K2's Pin The Tail on the Donkey party kit...
Which is kind of like Pin the Tail on the Oil Painting of JJ.
um, what are we doing in the italian edition of Glamour magazine?
Back in October we hung out with some folks from Glamour Magazine Italy as they were doing a story on social networking that somehow revolved around teendrama. I dunno.
Anyway, the issue is out. Girls in Italy are adding me to their MySpace by the truckload and there's about 1000 words written about us that I can't understand. Me + Kevin + Dianne + Youngna + Chrissy + Courtney + Carney all made guest appearances.
I love that (a) from now on I can say I had a two-page spread (w/ Courtney!) in Glamour mag and (b) me + kevin made the mf'ing Table of Contents - ha!
Alex just forwaded me Chris Shott's "Blog Ghetto" piece which appeared in the NY Observer today. Thanks for the tdrama + dball shoutout, but Mr. Shott...
Verbal spats are common, particularly when the neighborhoodís most argumentative old-school blogger, Andrew Krucoff, is involved. But no blogger could recall an actual fistfight.
... what?! Have you not heard the story of me and Andy Krucoff brawling outside the old Barramundi (before it moved to Clinton) back in 1998? We were there for some Jupiter event (Krucoff, I think this is the same night you were trying to pick a fight w/ A.Piras's boyfriend for being French and wearing acid wash jeans)... anyway, a whole crew of us where there and somehow 20 drinks led to me and Krucoff out on the street circling each other, dukes up (... maybe I was trying to protect Piras' honor? Karate Kid II style?) when some random guy in an *ice cream truck* drove down Ludlow street at like 2am (!!), saw us punching at each other, got out of his truck and gave us the 'Whoa whoa - you guys are FRIENDS! You don't want to do this!" speech, which was apparently a good enough reason for us to head back inside and finish our >insert whatever we were drinking back in the dot com heydays here>
Oh, dball plug below (thanks, Lock). Alex + Kevin's monoki.com also got a shoutout - so old school!). You can read the whole thing here.
Still, a new blogger-centric faction has emerged. A number of prominent bloggers use Dodgeball, a social-networking service for your cell phone, created by Lower East Side denizen and Teendrama blogger Dennis Crowley, that alerts subscribers to your whereabouts and vice versa.
"Iíd say itís more the Dodgeball scene that now rules L.E.S., not the bloggers per se,Ē said Mr. Steele, himself a Dodgeball member, ďbut the difference between the two scenes might take an anthropologist to sort out."
Any yeah, I'm real behind on the tdrama again. Things you may have missed out on:
+ John Carney got hit by a car (broken leg, but he's doing okay)
+ I just bought an apt (!! - 8th and B. Floorplans + pics = soon.)
+ Since this ski season sux, I booked a trip to Beaver Creek in Feb (see: 06) and Whistler in March (see: 06)
+ Everyone's at Sundance this week (sniffle)
+ Becca and I went to the rodeo (um, sooo 3 weeks ago). Someday I'll post those pics.
+ Oh, and I'm finally all booked for SXSW in March (Austin, TX). Anyone else going?
teendrama week in review (read: lawrence's karaoke bday blowout)
Friday afternoons sure are good for puttin' together some teendrama recaps!
Monday. Happy Repeal Day. LVHRD celebrated with a anti-prohibition casino night / dance party at the Player's Club near Grammercy Park (awesome, btw - check out their recap). A few poker tables upstairs, burlesque show downstairs and lots of people trying to cheat their way through cards and invent ways to scamming chips off people (push up contests, chips-for-nips trades - ha!). I arm wrestled Jake.D all the way to victory. Random bit of trivia from Matt Spangler: The Player's Club used to be the apartment of John Wilkes Booth's brother. (A few mins ago I had accused Spangler of being a LIAR after I confused Booth's brother w/ Aaron Burr's ficticious brother. Ha. I am sm.dumb sometimes.)
Checked my chips on the way out of LVHRD and headed down to meet KK + Lock + crew at Villedge Public HouseStanton Public. We dressed Courtney up real nice in this ninja scarf. (Rumor has it we may start dj'ing here???)
Wednesday. Anyone remember the Guitar Hero fundraiser from last year? Held last year at Barcade, Joel from Gizmodo invited a whole bunch of people to some try out Guitar Hero for (brand new!!!) and donate some money to the Children's Hospital of Montefiore. Maybe 50 people showed up? It was much fun (and yes, I did end getting Guitar Hero for Xmas that year).
Anyway, they did it again this year and it was *packed*. Like 200 people? There was even a tournament (read: nerds. decked. out.) Started at 8p, I got there around 9 and it seemed like the place was at capacity. Rumor has the sign up sheet to play was all filled by 8:10p. Huh.
Thursday. Man, it was freezing last night (like 25 degrees!) and stoopid me only wore a hoodie to work (it was like 50 degrees that morning!). Anyway, I met Dianne at UCB and then Kevin.K at Bleecker Bar and then Courtney at One and One before trekking in the cold over to 2A to meet up w/ Everyone Else in the World. On the agenda was Lawrence's karaoke bday party @ The Annex and I was ttthhhiiiisss close to skipping cause it was just so so so cold. But we walked over anyway. And, it. was. amazing.
First of all, starting today everyone should be wearing a tux on your birthday. It's just makes sense. By the way, I took this about 3 mins after we walked in. The two guys in the background are the emcees (Karaoke Killed the Cat) [video]
Battjer is to karaoke what Ted Williams is to baseball. 40 years from now I'll be bragging to my grandkids about how I saw the legend once perform on a crappy little stage in the Lower East Side. If you don't watch the whole thing, at least watch until the guy in the red shirt starts benchpressing the mic stand. Hahahahahahah. [video]
Happy post Thanksgiving... and I'm 10 days behind again. Before I left town to drown myself in Zelda, I survived Kevin K's bday throwdown at Lorley Saturday night. Me + Alex + Kevin dj'ed.
Remeber a few weeks ago - that bender of an evening @ Marshall Stack - when Katie's bf Matt spilled a glass of wine all over Kevin? Katie swore she had the technology to fix it (hough we all said it was impossible). Come Saturday though she wrapped up KK's most favoritist shirt and brought it along. Clean as a whistle!
Best. Birthday. Present. Ever? He had to hold it up to Loreley's Playmobile terrarium to double check. Well done, Shoops!
Oh, and besides the slamming hip hop dance party, the other big news of the evening was that Jonathan and Jackie got engaged (!!!). Word spread quickly via the magic of text messaging. Not to be outdone, I reinacted the scene with a face-blacked-out-to-protect-the-innocent Caroline...
... and sub'ed in this awesome lava-rock thing.
Oh, hello there Jill and Steve. Jill was whispering sweet nothings in my ear - sweet nothings along the lines of "nobody wants to hear Def Lepard! Play more Michael Jackson!" (SHUT UP!)
Given the absence of No Data, Saturday should be a good one. Me + Alex + KK all dj.ing (I think I'm on around midnight).
Saturday 11/18, 10p
7 Rivington (btw Bowery & Chrystie)
(and late night most likely @ Sing Sing)
The leaves have fallen, the weddings are done, itís getting cold and youíre pale and getting depressed which means itís November and itís time for my 4th annual top-the-last-birthday-party party. Sure, itís at the same damn place as last year but everythingís gonna be different this time, baby, I swear. Bring everyone. Seriously, everyone. As long as itís not a baby or a dog.
teendrama, er, 15 days in review! (w/ exclusive turducken pics!)
I'm behind on teendrama so, loyal reader, you get stuck 12 days worth of teendrama told via 15 pics...
Mon 11/6 - Continuing the "How I Became a Master Chef" thread, JJ and I cooked up some double-breaded fried chicken the other night. That's right, double-dip, double-breaded and then fried up in two inchs of vegetable oil. I think we overdid the double-dip (I felt kind of dirty for like 2 days), but still....
Tues 11/7 - LVHRD (CLL) PHN LCKN (read: Cell Phone Lock-In) @ MOMA. Check your cell phone at the door (they put it in these little ziplock bags) and listen to this really loud band in a really big space with really bad acoustics. Come'on Happy Corp, I'm just busting you - I love you guys! Oh, free beers = good beers.
Btw, every confiscated phone was hung on this 60 ft long wall. Apparently at the end of the night they had some magic internet machine that made all the cellphones ring and light up and the same time. Didn't anyone YouTube that shit? Come'on!
While waiting for the elevator on my way out, I ran into four ninjas (and a Doug.J in a spacesuit). Btw, more pics on Flickr
Wed 11/8 - Jill's Happy Birthday dinner @ Mercadito in the E.Village. Sorry, no photos sucka.
field trip back to medway: stacey's wedding + pats/colts @ foxboro
Okay, so only 12 days late on this one. I skipped town, er, two weeks ago (11/4) to head back to Medway. Agenda: Stacey.A's wedding on Saturday and the Pats / Colts game on Sunday.
A wee bit of drama on Thursday = my car was dead. I hadn't taken it out of the lot since the last trip to the beach. Jonathan and I had to Google up some jump-startin' instructions from his Blackberry. Jesus says: make sure the red parts doesn't touch the black parts.
And since when did the price of gas drop a dollar? Hoo-boy! (Seriously, last time I filled up in Hamptons it was like $4.15/gallon).
By the way, no, I *did not* stop at Wendy's (though I did get stuck in about an hour of stand still traffic on 91 - "traffic fatality" said the local police dept when I called to find the quickest way around the mess.)
Driving home alone = a good excuse to empty out my apartment. Surfboard + snowboard gear = I'm like Johnny Extreme!
I made a field trip to the mall on Saturday (new jeans = no more hole in the balls!) and then took the hoverpod to the carwash to vacuume out all sand from the beach. Stoopid carwash wind tunnel blew letters right off on my truck. Hello eBay!
Oh, so Saturday night... Stacey's wedding! Stacey = my next door neighbor (and younger sister of my Bestest Friend Forever growing up, Mike.A - teendrama fans may know Mike from such adventures as Halloween 2003 and Beaver Creek 06).
Anyway, Stace married this guy named Mike a few months ago down in [insert carribean island here] and then scheduled the post-wedding dance party / reception in the town next to ours (Franklin, MA) for when she got back.
halloween 06 and the penthouse trifecta of awesomeness
Oh, Halloween on a Tuesday, you're so tricky. See, last year Halloween fell on a Monday, meaning that since Monday touches the weekend, people are more apt to dress up *all weekend long* (hence last year's Four Days of Halloween).
But this year, Halloween fell on a Tuesday, which makes it easier to stand-by the "Halloween is only one night a year. I'm only dressing up one night a year" rule. Most of us avoided Carney's collection of 50 Brooklyn-based Halloween parties over the weekend (sorry Mandy. Hey, I even skipped Battjer + Farb's + Scott.F's throwdowns... so, sorry about that too), instead opting to save it up for Tuesday night's Flavorpill party.
About 800 of us met up at Dusk Lounge beforehand, including such teendrama regulars as (let's try to do this left to right):Lindsey (gymnist?), Kevin.K (Marty McFly!), Alison (er, zombie? what?), Becca (Audrey Hepburn), Courtney (someone from Life Aquatic?), Dianne (Robert Palmer guitar girl?), Anne (slutty BoPeep), Jen (crazy spider legs), Grellan (Crocodile DundeeTom Selleck Burt Reynolds) and me (Slutty R2D2).
Slutty R2D2 = old Amazon box + $33 worth of Filene's basement lingerie (two 36C bras, three pairs of XL panties). I sent this cameraphone pic to my Mom.
I guess she disapproved.
Wait, these pics are out of order. I forgot that we met at the Magician first and *then* took the subway to Dusk. But whatever.
Wise ol' Will McD says: "Even though I was really happy with my costume, I have to say that Kevin was the best by farÖ Any time you can pull of a Michael J. Fox costume you are IT."
We journeyed over to Flavorpill around 11p, cued up in the huge line outside, battled the evil doorgirl (who strangely didn't have any of our names on the list - sweet!) and then made our way through the, what?, six different rooms o' dance parties.
really crunked up weekend recap (read: Brooklyn Special Reserve = Blackout Juice!)
Friday = Jen Funlap had her first solo art show (!!) down in Tribeca. Post HappyCorp HappyHour, me + Dianne + Kevin + Grellan + Randy + YP + <insert the name of every other person we know> went down to check it out. Free drinks served up by special guest Mr. Funlap (in from Qatar! ps: Will, it's in Texas.)
So, from SoHo -> Tribeca -> LES. I had to drop off my stoopid backpack (shutup, laptop!) so I dragged Dianne + Will McD + Matt.U back to my apt. One drink and a freestyle show from JJ in the wheelchair he recently acquired for a video shoot.
Now can anyone guess where we went next? How about multiple choice?
(b) Local 138
... If you guesed (b) then you're... WRONG! (kind of - we were supposed to go to Local, but got sidetracked at my apt). Second guess? Backroom? Yes! (we're so lame). Jen was supposed to have her Art Show After Party over at Fontana's, but by the time they got there the place was so packed with Jersey d.bags that everyone ran as fast as they could over to Backroom (which was also packed with d.bags, though Upper East Side d.bags which are much much better than Jersey d.bags). Still, so so so so crowded. Kevin and I left on a scouting mission to find a new venue...
... so we went to the only untapped place I could think of on the Lower East Side (above Delancey at least): Guero. Guero = this kind of sketchy dive bar (read: stripped pole) on Rivington between Ridge and Pitt. it's two blocks east of my apartment and my apt - Attorney Street - is where the hipster gentrification pretty much ends. The few times we've been to Guero it's always been empty - perhaps because the UES tourists are afraid to walk east of Clinton?? (Ha, I just asked HarryH if he's even been there and he was all "Aren't there gangsters over there?")
Anyway, Guero = CLOSED! Well, not closed, but re-opened as Revolver - a place so brand new that the floors still smelled like they were just finished (er, opening night was Thurs). What was weird is that when a new place opens it usually takes a few weeks (days?) for the hipster crowd to figure it out, and then another week for New York magazine to write up a piece on it, and *then* all the tourists (and by toursits, I mean UES bankers in suits) flock on over. But this place, the 2nd day it was open, was packed with UES dudes! In suits! What gives?! It's like someone hit fast forward on the gentrification machine.
Sooooo stayed for a few drinks. Kevin and crew went to karaoke. Will McD almost tore his ACL again doing some freestyle tree climbing. I just called it a night.
To Saturday! Had some drinks at Will McD's, met KK + DM at Beauty Bar and took an 7 hour cab ride down Lucky Jack's to meet up with Little Sister Katie and her brand new boyfriend (!!).
More on the BF in a second, for now let's focus on this "Hipsters Guide to the Lower East Side" that Kevin found at the bar...
... zoom in a bit and there's our very own Sara on the front cover! Hahahahah!
So, one drink at Lucky Jacks then onto Marshall Stack (across the street). Just opened, no? Anyway, we met up with pretty much everyone else we know within 30 mins of grabbing our first drink. (go dodgeball go!)
Here, as my digi balances ontop two glasses of water, Grell, Anne, Chrissy, Courtney, DPS, Shoops and *brand new bf* Matt.
Matt = good guy. Katie, we like him! "A++++++ #1 Seller!" style! Oh wait... we *did* like him until...
... player dumps a glass of wine all over Kevin.K!. Ha! Or maybe it was Katie that spilled? I don't remember.
What is of note here is that we were drinking something called "Brooklyn Special Reserve" - some apparently rare beer from folks behind Brooklyn Lager that weighs in at 8.2% alcohol by volume (compared to, say, 5.0% for Bud bottles).
I don't want to sound all Johnny Freshman here, but we were just sitting around, enjoying drinks like the adults we are when suddenly all 10 of us were Just Plain Crunked. Mom, I know you hate to hear this but I totally ended up in blackout city. Brooklyn Reserve = Blackout Juice.
+ Courtney, sorry I licked your face.
+ Owners of Marshall Shack, sorry I took off my shirt while visting your fine establishment.
+ Chrissy, sorry I bullied you into signing my chest.
+ Dianne, sorry I pushed you down in the street and busted your elbow up.
+ Jonathan, sorry I punched you 5 times Balrog from SF2 style.
... actually, on the way home Jonathan and I got in a fist fight (me = been taking boxing lessons for the past 5 weeks, eek). I think I punched him once on the street. Then we wrestled in the hallway of our building for a bit (oh, sorry about the noise, Apt 2B) before JJ was like "let's go fight on the roof!!" Er, so we scaled the sketchy ladder to the roof and duked it out Warriors style until we went back to my apt, JJ cooked up some Mac and Cheese for us and I passed out on my couch.
I woke up in the morning with a huge cut on my leg, a smidge of blood on my shirt and a lot more blood on my lucky gray hoodie. Who's blood? Not me or JJ (no cuts or bruises!) Dianne? From your elbow? Maybe from my leg? I swear, I am never drinking [Brooklyn Special Reserve] again. Ugh.
Sunday? Sober alas! I went apt hunting. Watched some teeeveee and JJ and I made the sweetest rigatoni + broccoli + sausage (in a cream sauce - take that Bertucci's!) you've ever done tasted.
saturdays are for back-to-back-to-back-to-back birthday parties
Hey, I'm not even a week late with this one! Last Friday me + Courtney + Dianne took a field trip over to the Javits Center to check out the Wired Next Fest - a science fair's worth of all the stuff you read about in Wired magazine. We got there around 1pm, I paid my $12 to get in (NYU student rate, sucka!) and walked around and checked-out such half-broken exhibits such as this magic tech door... which is supposed to open a custom-sized space for you to walk through... but something was broken so I ended up having to step and rotate and squeeze my way thru (which made the guy that built it mad because some Japanese TV show was filming my twisty entrance).
Saturn's hybrid car exhibit (complete with mini projected hologram man) = boring.
Oh, and then there was the army of wifi bunnies that caused Courtney to go all AWOL. (ps: the room strangly smelled like rabbit poo. real rabbit poo. not robot rabbit poo. robots don't poo!)
Okay, so that was Friday DAY, and then Friday night (what did I do again?) Happycorp happy hour to <something else> to BackRoom to meet up w/ Steve and a very crunked Jill (and Jill's friend from Las Vegas on the left). We were posing to take this photo, steping back, back, backwards and then...
... Crunked Jill takes a digger, we all crashed down on this table of girls and their drinks, teacups spill, candle gets knocked on the rug (one girl yelled "FIRE!") and then we just rolled around on the floor for like two minutes. Crunked Jill was all "ooohhhhhhh my leeeegggggg" and we, of course, were all "whatever"...
... until she forwarded me this pic on Monday. Ha! Crunked Jill, you so crazy!
+ I hit up Spring Lounge twice this week - a Tuesday night bender w/ Harry + Kearney + Carney crew and a rematch Thursday night with celebrity bloggers and Google kids. Both times the guy behind the bar *skipped over my jukebox tracks* (I didn't even know they could do that from behind the bar). Tuesday it was Lionel Richie Stevie Wonder's "I Just Called to Say I Love You" (yeah yeah, I know) and last night it was some Ben Folds Five track (not my pick, I swear!). I revolted both nights. At least on Tuesday the bouncer gave me my dollar back.
+ That video above? From the GOOD Magazine launch party last night. Lots of white kids dancing (thank you + thank you + thank you, sweet Jesus that the digivideo machine didn't find us). Trapped outside for hours ("we're not letting any more people in till Al Gore leaves!") then trapped downstairs for hours ("Fire Marshall says no more people upstairs! The end!") and then discovering the secret fire escape warp zone to the hip hop dance party. I didn't take any pics, but whatever. ps:Gawker did.
+ Picked up a Nike+ kit this week (and *another* stoopid iPod since it only runs on the Nano). Huh? One piece plugs into your shoe, the other into your iPod and together they keep stats on your running habits / progress *and* let's you set up challenges with friends (most mileage in 10 days, first to 100 miles, etc). Email me if you want to battle.
+ Oh, and I've been getting emails all morning from friends who spotted me on CNN. Apparently they're running a piece on dball that we filmed a few months ago (this one?). Get yer Tivo on:
Friday on HLN between 6:30a-7a
Friday on HLN between 11a-11:30a
Friday on CNN between 11a-noon
Friday on CNN between 2p-3p
Friday on HLN between 6p-7p
Saturday on HLN between 9:30a-10a
Saturday on CNN between 10a-11a
Saturday on HLN between 12:30p-1p
Saturday on CNN between 4p-5p
Sunday on HLN between 8a-8:30a
Sunday on CNN between 9a-10a
Sunday on HLN 1p-1:30p
ps: HLN = CNN Headline News. And no, I didnt type up that schedule, they sent it to me(, you jerks.)
the alex + karen wedding experience (dance party + tattoos + limos + karaoke)
Okay friends, are you sure you can handle the awesomeness of this Alex + Karen wedding recap? (and only 10 days late!) Quick background: Alex + Karen = friends of mine from grad school @ NYU (come'on, you already know this!). While Alex and I worked on just about every project at ITP together (how sweet), me + Alex + Karen (and Giselle! Boomer!) worked on larger Special Group Projects together. Oh, and these days I work with Alex @ G on the dodgeball stuff. Good times! So, ready?
Let's start at Friday's rehearsal dinner - reserved for all the VIPs who get to be in the wedding (pow!). I was a Groomsman. Or an usher. Or something. Whatever. I got to wear a tux.
At dinner, family and friends gathered around round-after-round of appetizers and wine. When it came time to sit, we split into a Kids Table and a Grown Ups table. The poor bride and groom-to-be got stuck with the grown ups(, suckas!)
Now before we get too deep into this recap, let me take a second to say that the A+K wedding was perhaps the best wedding I've been to. I mean, everything was so thought out and planned out and pretty much perfect. Let me trying to call out some examples. See, that way I'll be able to remember when it comes time for My Special Day (hopefully with that girl I made out w/ at Steve Swozowski's party in 7th grade).
Best Wedding Ever Example #1: Everything on the menu was picked out by A+K. Right? I mean, it seemed like it. Lobster roll apps? Karen! Pork wrapped in bacon? Alex! Root beer floats! Well done!
I stole this video from Manlio, but here's me breaking down our reherasal dinner strategy - Kevin and I went splitty-splitty. (the 2nd part of the video is from the post-wedding reception, btw) [video]
Manlio says: "I think my favorite part is Kevinís ďI canít believe Iím going to be in this videoĒ look."
Wait, did you hear what I said a second ago? I said *pork wrapped in bacon*. Perhaps the most delicious thing I've ever tasted.
After the rehersal dinner, we trekked about 100 miles over to Floyd, this bar in Brooklyn I've heard of a thousand times (mostly via dodgeball check-ins from A+K). Anyway, bocce courts + drink specials!
Micah in the white. Oliver in the blue. Karen in the black. Amy (?) in the pink. Kevin gesturing wildly in the background.
Only two of these pics in this recap, I swear!
A+K retired early (smart!). Me + Kevin.K trekked into Manhattan and drank till 5am (dumb!). I met up w/ Dianne and Jen.D who were DJing at Backroom (hi!). I kind of heart this photo.
Fast forward to the next morning. Team Groomsmen met up w/ Alex for brunch at Schiller's (why don't I have a pic of this?).
When we went to settle up the bill, I busted out these temporary tattoos that I had made up for the wedding. I brought maybe 15 of them to brunch to give out to the wedding party. We left a few extras behind for the waitstaff.
... but not to worry, there are plenty. (er, you have to order them in batches of 1000 - foreshadowing!)
why is it sometimes so hard to remember what happened on saturday?
Met up with Jesse.O and his entourage for drinks @ Dusk late last night. Carney and Kearney were still there(, of course). I spent a good five minutes with Carney trying to remember exactly what we did this weekend (er, two days ago), specifically Saturday. That's kind of sad. The Thurs night VMAs + three day weekend = makes everyone a little hazy.
If you want to go A-list, check out Carney and Krucoff (and that starfucker Matt.U) over on thecobrasnake.com (hint: middle column). If you want to go B-list, you can find Krucoff and Carney again over on Gawker. If C-list is more your thing, I'm an background extra on the Best Week Ever's recap. Post VMAs we ended up @ Annex. Everyone in the world was hungover on Friday.
Friday. Caught up on my Tivo. (Prison Break!)
Saturday. Field trip to the Upper West Side. CZ made dinner. I made out with this girl's headshot. She looks like Rachel Leigh Cook!
Jill text'ed me about Nat getting engaged (congrats, btw!). I sent my congrats to Natasha by mistake. Huh.
Saturday night ends at 2A, er, Backroom.
ps: Dianne, we *totally* should have distracted that girl's friends at 2A with a pizza. So many regrets!
Sunday. Field trip to The Upper East Side (Mel's 30th bday). Me + Steve dressed up in our best above-50th-Street getup.
Mel + Jackie + Beth + Adam. All friends from the Syracuse days.
Then to Lolita -> Sing Sing on Ave A (too crowded) -> then we kicked this stick (named Stickey) all the way to Scratcher.
And when we got sick of playing telephone at Scratcher (die die die to the losers at the far end of the bar who didn't want to play), we hit up Sing Sing karaoke @ St. Marks. We posed with our new NYU freshman BFFs on the way.
Dear Battjer, how do you get your digi to take pics with those magiclighteffects? I've been trying "nighttime" mode but it sucks. So I switched to "underwater" mode which is brighter for sure, but also crazier. Please advise.
Lolita -> Scratcher -> Sing Sing -> The Automat. Has everyone heard about this already? (from Gothamist. ps: Automat co-founded by an ITP grad) It's like the little ham and cheese vending machines they used to have at the bowling alley, only replaced with fancy + delicious late night food. I had a pocket full of quarters from a day's worth of errands which I totally blew in like 10 minutes (all the machines take quarters, most expesive item is $1.75). There's like six things to order. We sampled as many as my laundry fund could afford:
+ Mac and cheese croquette (A++)
+ Mozarella sticks (A-)
+ Chicken nuggets (B)
+ Chicken wings (B-)
Monday. Nothing really. "Little Ms. Sunshine" w/ Becca (recommended, btw) and some random cookout (via dodgeball) on Rivington/Allen. And then naptime. (the end)
Back in my Working-for-MTV days, I got to go to the VMAs. It was fun. I sat in the very very very last row (it was the Brittney + Madonna making out VMAs) and spent most of the time at the bar.
Anyway, since I'm 30 and b-list these days, no more VMAs for me. Instead I'm stuck trying to sneaking into after-parties with Krucoff and Carney (and Kearney), pretending we're on the press list for d-list blogs.
But just when you're thinking you're FD + old + b-list, it all works out and some dude named Bucky pulls you in with his entourage. (thanks for the mini-keg, btw)
And then you end up meeting up with the rest of your friends who scammed their way in. Hey, C + RJ are shooting the party for a record label? Can I get one of those VIP passes, please?
Alex's bachelor party (or how we got our asses kicked by 8-year old girls playing paintball)
Another, er, 10 22 days behind on this one (!!), but *three weeks ago* (as in August 5th) two car loads of dudes headed up to Vermont in celebration of Alex's last days of bachelorhood (13 days and counting as of today).
Cast of characters included Alex's friends from high school (Oliver + Nuti), some friends from college (Gabe + Kevin), friends from grad school (me + Manlio) and a softball friend with a busted wrist (Matt).
We skipped work on Friday, choosing instead to face the Thursday night commuter traffic. Alex and I both drove in, parking in the shitty ripoff lot just down the street from work. A wink and a smile to the not-so-sweet-sweet parking attendant girl and my "oversized vehicle" came in weighing $10 bucks cheaper than Alex's truck.
We took 87 thru Albany (as opposed to the 95 -> Wendys -> Mohegan Sun -> 91 route) which may actually be better come ski season (Will + J, take note) as there's a 24-hours supermarket on the way up. Team RR zoomed ahead at speeds exceeding 90 mph, giving us a comfortable lead over Team Pliot. Comfortable enough to hit the 24-aisle supermarket, pick up the biggest pack of ground beef you've ever done seen (+5 lbs!) and still feel as if we'd beat the other crew to the house by 45 minutes.
... which was actually more of a they-beat-us-by-30-seconds scenario. We were at the house by 12p and finished off a good 60 beers by 10am the next morning.
Speaking of which, I'm not sure whether to thank Jonathan (and the rowdy crew he brought up for *another* bachleor party the week before) or to thank the sweet old Grandma + Anne combo - but to whomever left two fridges full of beer behind, Alex's Wedding Party salutes you.
On a sidenote, weather = perfect. Three days worth in fact. Teendrama fans have seen this view prob 20 times, but suck it, here is it is again.
So, eight dudes in the woods for a weekend? What's to do?
Activity #1. Horseshoes! A few months back, JJ went to VT and built a horseshoe pit (not sure why exactly). I gave him shit for it because, well, he poured the cement (and the metal rod that sticks into the cement) pretty much in the middle of the driveway (foreshadowing for some drama this winter for sure)... but the horseshoe pit turned out to be pretty rad.
I put my digicam on the line to bring you this expose from deep within the land of fallen horeshoes. [video]
After a few rounds, someone noticed the clumps of hair left over (and blowing around the driveway) from JJ's sweet new haircut. Gross.
I feel kind of dumb for never posting anything about watching the World Cup in NYC this year. More so because I don't have any kind of recap from the last World Cup (2002, Korea) when the games were at 3am and I'd set my alarm, wake up and ride my bike across town to watch the gamesat Nevada Smiths or Krucoff's.
Anyway, this year was rad. For the first round of games, I tagged along with Grellan (who was writing a story for ESPN on experiencing the games in someplace as culturaly diverse as NYC) which brought me to an AppleBee's clone way out in Jamaica, Queens run by natives of Trinidad and Tobago, dualing Argentian / Brazilian bars in Soho (and one sorry TV with a 5-second delay), not to mention the dipolmatic estate of the U.N. Ambassador to Angola (er, more on this in a minute). If you haven't read Grellan's piece, you really should.
So, but back to last Sunday - World Cup Finals between France and Italy. Me + Kevin.K made a solid effort to get to Slainte early enough to snag a seat for the final game, but showing up an hour early left us with standing room early. We searched around for a backup plan - 288 (packed), Pioneer (closed), 4th St. Bar (sent McD and his crutches to scope it out), before we got Youngna's dodgeball message about a block party down in Soho. So we headed down...
... to find a few thousand people crowded onto Spring Street btw Bowery & Elizabeth watching this ad hoc jumbotron (sponsord by Adidas? Where did this thing come from?)
We grabbed some bagels + vitamin water from the bodega next door (disaster, btw) and sm.ooshed in (hi, sm!) with the masses to watch the game.
Two things that sucked:
1. The screen was about 10 feet too low. Meaning that for anyone, say, 5'9" or shorter I could barely see. Who invited all the mf'ing tall people anyway. Oh, and I was standing on the high part of the curb.
2. The cops CUT THE POWER TO THE JUMBOTRON with about 15 mins to go in the first half. What the heck! I have expected a rioting crowd to start looting to Jen Bekman Gallery.
This is soooo last week, but I'd be done a serious disservice to the teendrama community if I didn't post the pics from the "in penthouse hottub @ hotel on rivington" dodgeball shouts.
Vox (the blogging service) had a party. Krissy (works for LiveJournal / Vox + who I met out in Seattle) invited me. I met a bunch of other A-list (yeah, I said it) blogger folk up in the Hotel on Rivington's penthouse triplex (pow!) last Thursday.
The view is pretty stellar (er, $5000/night). Sarah and Kevin (MAKE OUT!) looking off the north side of the roof. Jake.D took a rad pic looking off the south side.
There were bloggers. And free drinks. And little sandwiches to snack on. And a hot tub. [video]
... of which Jake.D was brave enough to tear into. Let it be known that while a bunch of use sat around disucssing the logistics of how to carefully remove the aformentioned jacuzzi cover as to avoid making enemies / getting in trouble / kicked out, Jake.D had the lid ripped off (and, er, stripped down to his boxers) in less than 10 seconds.
Jake on the bottom. Lock on the top. Topless girl on the midddle. Sounds filthy!
Speical thanks to Xtina + Kevin.K for unlimited free drinks and learning how to turn the mf'bubbles on.
Items that I believe fell over the 20th story railing and onto the street below: my lucky blue t-shirt.
Items I grabbed so I didn't have to go home shirtless-style: free-bee Vox shirt. Thanks guys!
A few hundred people, maybe 50 pieces or art, all up for sale silent-auction style. Everyone gets assigned a number and each piece has a bid form underneath. If you want to place a bid, just write down your number and the max amount you'd pay (think: eBay).
But! Silent art auction = super strategic. See, you want to play it eBay style (read: swoop in at the last minute and place your bid), but what if there's two things you want??? And then you got the people who *really* want a certain piece who kind of hover around and then out-bid anyone who makes a bid as soon as they walk away. And then there's the whole "I'm going to outbid you even though this is more than I want to pay, just because you had *the nerve* to outbid me" etc. etc. So anyway, exciting!
Youngna had some stuff up - including this shot outside of Zum Schneider that I really liked...
... which was also one of the most bid on pieces. (I didn't win.)
Hi there! Nothing too scandalous, just some pics from the weekend. Friday = kind-of No Data @ VoodDoo Lounge (aka the basement of Wakki Wallys) and Saturday = Manlio's going away party @ Loreley.
Friday. Grellan is now on this "no more beer, only liqour" kick which basically means instead of drinking 8 Bud tallboys, he consumes 8 glasses of scotch. The end result consistently looks like this.
On the other hand, Matt.U and his Tiger Lager make the ladies smile.
Rina showed up. It was her birthday. I bit her face.
Meghan showed up too. I told her I'd give her $1 if she could unhook this random guy's helmet from his bag without him knowing it. No luck. (but, how cool would it have been if the dude turned around after getting his drink and - blam! - Meghan's sitting there wearing his helmet! Not so cool? Die.)
First weekend of the month = yet another No Data. Yes, at Loreley. Yes, good times.
Me + Randy + Grell met for dinner around 9:30 or before heading downstairs. Nancy (manager) gave us a heads up that there was already a pretty good crowd due to some other private party. Even at 10:45, the place was packed (like almost too-crowded-to-move packed).
We threw rock paper scissors to see who'd play first. Grellan took first shift. I took second. The dilemma - play good music and try to get people to dance... or play shitty music (Grellan!) to try to clear them out before the rest of our friends showed up. (er, what ended up happening?)
Pre-No Data we were shooting some top secret film project (top secret?) - the shirt was part of the outfit. Ctrl + Alt + Dell... clever! Andy.K made it. The letters were just stickers.
Special guest appearance by ex-Happy Corp interns Bari (here) and Lindsay. And Grellan Bacardi and Cola.
superbowl weekend part 2: hungover superbowl party
So, four days later, here's Part II of SuperBowl Weekend. Don't get too excited, this part is pretty boring. I had a bunch of kids over Sunday to watch the game. We were all pretty beat up from the No Data the night before.
Seattle vs. Pittsburgh = not a particularly exciting game (esp compared me + Jay travelling to Jacksonville last year to see the Pats vs. Eagles), but I went to high school with Matt Hasselbeck (er, and Boston Rob, if you really want to dig up deep cut D-list celebs) so we were rooting for Seattle.
Youngna took a bunch of pics. In fact, I stole a lot of these pics from here. You'll easily be able to tell which are mine and which are hers. Her digi is very fancy.
superbowl weekend part 1: (er, my) first No Data of 2006!
Saturday = No Data. This weekend was was the first weekend I've been in the city pretty much all winter (or at least in 2006). We did it up at Loreley again on Saturday night with 800 of our closest friends.
Me + Randy + Grellan dj'ed again. Randy = best. Me = second best. Grellan = last place. Seriously, how many girls have to come up to me and say "Um, when is your friend's set over?" before we do something about this problem?
ps: K2 was not one of those girls.
We started late. Around 11pm. It got crowded around midnight. I have a few more of these pics.
A bunch more has happened since then, but it was kind of nostalgic when Kevin.K pointed out a reference to dodgeball in the latest Wired (January 06)... it's not a piece about us or even the mobile + social space, but it mentions us in passing as if "Oh yeah, dodgeball. Everyone already knows about that. Huh."
Anyway, I thought that was kind of cool.
ps:click for bigger image, first sentence under "Get the 411 on Anything".
... so I want to send a special thanks to Will for throwing this together and Lisa.E and Janelle (because I stole just about all these pics from their Flickrs). Me + Randy + Lindsey rolled in around 4pm (despite Ali's warning that we'd be too crunked to hit up her birthday party).
All Around Good Guy Kevin K. had some "Wanted Dead or Alive" cued as I walked in the door. Grellan should know better than to call mid-performance.
Last Thursday = the follow-up to last year's slamming No Data Holiday Party @ 12". This time around? Eh, not so crowded (it was wicked cold out + threat of transit strike), no video crew in tow (last year that French video crew was filming a piece on dodgeball)...
... and the PowerPoint was a little last minute (er, I made it like an hour before we started playing music), but still the whole scene was a pretty good time. [video, 9mb]
Thursday @ midnight was also when the transit strike was supposed to hit (it got postponed till, er, today). Joe had the teevee on so we could watch the strike countdown. I cued up some Quad City DJs (Choo Choo Train!). It really was something special.
Grellan, occupied with his company holiday's party, didn't roll in till around midnight... crunked (like, crunked) and empty handed (after lots of talk about showing up w/ 800 company holiday party girls).
Dianne sent me this pic of me trying to copy Grell's signature dance maneuvers ("either THE cutest thing I've ever seen or the FUNNIeST thing I've ever seen"). Btw, not sure who's hat that this (Becca?)...
A special birthday shoutout to Kevin.K who's having his Dirty 30 (his words not mine) tonight at Loreley.
I'm in NYC tonight but heading to Boston tomorrow to speak at an event at Harvard Business School. Catching the 9am train to Boston and Ravi (yes, Mom, some random dude I met on the internet) is picking me up at South Station as I'm scheduled to be a special guest on DriveTime, his in-car talkshow / podcast (awesome, btw). Back in Medway (me thinks) Saturday night before going the Pats game on Sunday with Dig and Mr. MF #1 and Mr. MF #2.
ps: I also pick up the Hoverpod from the Pimp My Ride Shoppe after work today. Woo!
Pedometer Party (featuring celebrity chef Nate Tate!)
This is our pal Nate Tate. He spent the summer in China travelling around collecting recipes for a cookbook he's writing. On Saturday he offered to cook us up some dinner so he could beta test his instructions.
(ps: check out them nuts on that goat)
Jen.D and Nate Tate were cooking it up in my kitchen, breaking out all sorts of mystery ingredients such as potatos, green stuff and lotus roots.
(JJ says: "You just know you're a nasty cook when you bring your own lotus root.")
Special sauce was prepared pre-dinner, but most everything else was just thrown in the hotpot.
ps: Nate just emailed in with the menu: Mongolian Hotpot with peanut sauce, Sichuan spicy green beans, and fried bananas (with Mrs. Butterworth syrup).
Another Saturday = another No Data... this time in the basement of Loreley on Rivington. Me + Randy + Grellan showed up early and dined on fine German food before heading downstairs. Pedro and his girl Rita had their video setup going in the background. All the people in this pic you don't recognize are leftovers from an early birthday party (for whom? no idea.) JJ, don't you know that girl in the front?
Special thanks to Grellan to negotating everything (read: drink tickets).
You know, this is a weird recap since I didn't really take any pics till like 2am. Things were quiet early on and then just like that got really rowdy late night. (Steve Ross, sorry I pushed you - agitating the ankle that I helped to break 6 months ago).
Save Krucoff fundraiser (aka Animal Magazine launch party)
Quick recap of the Animal Magazine launch party last night @ BLVD. Met up with Becca + Krucoff + Andrew.S + Kevin for a drink @ Loreley around 8p before slipping by the BLVD velvet rope with our VIP buttons (huh?). Who knew, but the whole thing had some kind of "Save Krucoff" theme.
Cute Girl was handing out buttons at the door. "Suggested donation $1. Almost all proceeds will go to Andrew Krucoff."
A few words to sum things up: Crowded. Free Red Stripe. Raffle. Surveys. Crunked.
In true IG fashion, they snuck survey questions onto the raffle tickets (clever little buggers!).
"What's the newest thing you're doing that you think most people don't know about?"
Leslie threw down for Dodgeball (thanks, girl!). Dianne fwd me this match-survery-answer-to-person quiz. Please remember to use a #2 pencil.
a. "Mixing Red Bull and Coronas, I call it the 'speedy gonzales"
b. "Watching Fuel TV? Freezing our halfpipe so we can snowboard on it. Pow!"
e. "Beating Dennis Crowley in arm wrestling."
f. "Blogging and selling my own art online?"
g. "Djing YI..er...IG events."
i. "An Italian man."
1. Dennis C.
2. Kevin K.
3. Grellan H.
4. Jen D.
5. Youngna P.
6. Matthew S.
7. Andy K.
8. Dianne McG.
9. Randy K.
two day bender: alex's 29th bday and dpj's 30th bday
Ugh. This was the most crunked up weekend ever with two back-to-back 6am nights (I am only slightly of proud of that). Let's start on Friday for Alex's 29th (34th!!) bday throwdown. Dinner + drinks + karaoke (this pic is from like 2am, but we'll get to that).
First up = dinner. Six of us @ Gyu-Kaku, a grill-yer-own-meats type of place near Astor Place. Little corns, little hot dogs, little meats. That bag of foil contains a bunch of mushrooms marinating in butter. Verdict: delicious.
Manlio and Kevin prepare to battle the meats. Beware of Kevin's patented Devil Eyes(tm).
Post dinner we hit up Porch Bar on Avenue C. About 20 people stopped by x 4-5 drinks each (or so it seemed) and the tab only came to like $150 = a birthday gift from the waitress?
Pre-No Data on Saturday, me + Grellan + Randy headed down to the Blind skate store in Soho. The were holding a fundraiser for Andy Kessler (injured in skate accident?) where they were auctioning off some art as people were skating the bowl and a jazz band played on the floor.
Place was packed (these pics don't really do it justice), but these guys were killing the ramp.
Not much space on the deck, but a ton of people managed to squeeze up there anyway. The perimeterof the ramp is covered by this thick netting which a lot of us where holding onto to make sure we didn't fall off the edge. Not too many loose boards to dodge, but after the failed grind, I got knocked back into the net and had a drink spilt on me. Danger!
The crowd behind and below us. I didn't bother to brave the line.
Hi. And welcome to the Opeartion Endless Summer: Narragansett Beach Weekend 2005 Teendrama Recap. Our good pal Manlio from our ITP @ NYU days was nice enough to invite a crew of us out to his mom's house in Rhode Island for the weekend. We decided it best to take Friday off, leave Thursday after work and try to beat the traffic out of the city.
A solid head start to beat weekend traffic? = not so much. We cleverly tried to skip the FDR and 95 with the help of Alex's mapping skills and opted for the Merritt... which turned out to be pretty jammed up. Fearing that we'd never make it to back to 95 (and, more importantly, the Wendy's @ Exit 40), Kevin busted out his sidekick in search of an alternate plan. Luckily no such Plan B was needed (and the 99 cent nugs were delicious as ever.)
You'll never guess who we ran into on our way to the beach... our old friend Mohegan Sun!!! We stopped by to say hello.
It was all Randy's idea. He sent the email asking everyone to meet at Loreley - this German place with an outdoor garden down on Rivington. I walked in to find Randy + Krucoff drinking out of mugs the size of coffee pots. Come'on!
Then everyone showed up. Cinco de Mayo? + nice weather? + dodgeball? + random Razorfish reunion party? - I dunno what it was, but everyone was there.
Jill rolled in around (ha - I have no idea what time) with Sweet Sweet Kate and Sweet Sweet Juila. Both look this blurry in real life.
(no data x 2) + (prom dates / brazilians) = Better Than Average(tm) times
You know, this bender I've been on for 6 days or so has been buckets of fun. Starting with the loft party last weekend, then the 12" anniversary party, followed by the Jest magazine launch party and late night at Apt 5C to No Data on Friday and then again on Saturday, every night seems to be an exponentially better time then then last. I think it all kind of peaks tonight with the LVHRD Dance Off. After tonight, we should all just retire (if our heads don't explode first).
Anyway, Friday we DJ'ed at Epsteins, a kind-of new bar on Stanton and Allen. It was our first time DJ'ing at a bar not called "12 inch". The evening was slow to start. Really slow. Like 10-people-there-until-like-1am slow.
(ps: Jill and Steve earned their +1 teendrama point for just for showing up in this photo. Booooo!)
That's around when we hit the Tipping Point(tm) - when Jen.D rolled in with Youngna + crew sporting oddly-placed stamps from the Local Magazine launch party.