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!
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.
my weekend in brooklyn was filled with pedometers, street art and 911 calls
I think I logged more hours in Williamsburg this weekend than I have over the past 10 years. My pal Christina from Glowlab puts on this Conflux festival every year - a three-day event which brings the art + technology + urban spaces crowd together. Over Fri + Sat + Sun, I logged about 20 miles (pedometer time!) walking around Williamsburg, going to lectures, meeting up with people.
But wait, "wasn't this supposed to be your last weekend out in Montauk?" you ask. Well, yes. But the weather sucked. Well, I thought it was going to suck - thanks for nothing, you stoopid Apple weather widget! - which forecasted a monsoon on Friday and predicted nothing but sun like 12 hours later.
No regrets though, Conflux was rad (and I left Grellan with some quality alone-time with the ladeeeez out in Montauk).
So, what did I hit up? Friday night were a few videos on street art followed up by a talk by Regine from we-make-money-not-art.com (best. website. ever, btw) which ran through some of her favorite (read: crazy) altering-public-space projects.
Buuuttt Saturday, Jake.D and the guys from Graffiti Research Lab threw a street walk through Williamsburg pointing out some of the best street art in the borough. While I'm definitely aware of a lot of this stuff (especially in lower Manhattan - stickers, stencils, ad hoc sculptures), I don't really know the story behind most of it, which is why the tour was pretty rad.
If you've got a sec, check out some of the cooler stuff that we saw / was mentioned:
teendrama week in review! (extra action + dinner club + zolbert goodbye!)
Teendrama Week in Review! Live from Montauk! (me = on vacation for 10 days!). Woo-hoo!
Actually, I'm a wee bit behind. I got a good 50 photos from Alex's Bachelor Party that I still need to put online (maybe this wkd? Previewshere). But today is all about, er, me + Dianne + Youngna roadtripping to Tribeca to check out Extra Action Marching Band at the Knitting Factory last Saturday.
Quick backstory: Sean.S dragged me to see them in SF a few weeks back and now I'm there #1 superfan (Pilot to Gunner, anyone?). Show was a little more tame than the one in SF (perhaps because the crowd didn't know what they were getting themselves into?)
Still marching-band-marching-through-the-crowd is pretty rad.
And color-guard girls (and boys) sporting traditional marching band attire, waving flags, climbing rafters, crawling on floors.
I tried my bestest to convince some of my friends from home (er, MF, Mike.d, Jon, Adam, Mom, Dad... you're all lame) to go check them out when they played in Boston last weekend, but I think everyone stayed home watching the teevee. [video]
Rubulad at 3rd Ward
195 Morgan Ave.
Saturday 8/19, 11pm
Post show, met up w/ the kids who went on Lisa.S' fishing trip @ Back Room. Everyone stank of fish. I'm kind-of-clear on why Carney was rolling with rubber gloves, but whatever.
Fast-forward through a pretty uneventful week and we get Wednesday's mini-version of Dinner Club. Dinner Club = old school attempt to get all our Syracuse friends together once a month. All the dudes dropped out / got married / moved away, leaving me, five ladeeeeez and a better-than-you-would-have-expected lobster roll @ Elmo.
(five ladeeeez = Nat (in from SF!), Jackie, Jill, Lauren Hourse, Mel.W)
Dinner to drinks to signature shot at some pretentious spot in the meatpacking district.
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.
fourth of july blackout in the middle of nowhere, vermont
Hungover Friday Lazy Sunday = perfect for a little 4th of July teendrama recap! Four day weekend + no real plans = me + four ladies made the trek to Vermont. We should have left Friday night, but I drank 800 beers instead (annnnnd YP + Becca went to a show in Bklyn). Saturday morning departure seemed like a good idea till we got stuck in the worst traffic I've ever done seen right past the Triboro. In our moment of (traffic) weakness, we turned to British Jess (er, the RR's nav system). The good: the car led us far far far away and through slightly less crowded roads; The bad: we took the most back-woods roads ever and it took us like 6 hours to get to VT.
Oh, so the masterplan for the whole weekend was suppoed to be: chill by the pool on Saturday, drive to Auntie Jean's Fourth of July Pool Party Cookout Extravaganza(tm) in Stoughton, MA on Sunday and then drive back to VT Sunday night and spend Monday and Tuesday chilling by the pool sipping on Bartender Steve drinks. But, since we didn't get up there till like 3pm on Saturday (missed the England penalty kick game *and* the Brazil game), when Sunday morning rolled around, no one wanted to make the 3 hour (!!) trek from VT -> Stoughton... so we ended up bailing on Auntie Jean's (sorry, AJ).
Oh, and it was raining - like pouring - in VT. We figured the weather in Stoughton was probably crappy too (but apparently it was super nice out).
Sunday + raining + halfpipe. I did the tarp on / tarp off / tarp on / tarp off thing about 10 times - trying to dry the thing out while protecting it from the downpour.
The winter thaw wasn't too kind to the ramp...
... I'm going to neeed to replace the flatbottom sometime this summer.
Anyway, so before the Sunday downpour started, Becca + Alison went to the pool. And then the lightning came. And then the power went out. And then the lifeguard shot the water-safety-first foghorn right into their ears in hopes that they'd get out of the pool.
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.
Guitar Hero fundraiser @ Barcade (read: the only thing I want for Xmas)
Rounded up Youngna and Janelle last night for a field trip to a fundraiser for the Children's Hospital of Montefiore held out at Barcade.
The main attraction was a Guitar Hero setup - a play-along guitar game for PlayStation2. The had the thing hooked up to speakers and the video projected out onto the back wall. A grounp of nerds ensued (myself included).
Joel (formerly of Gizmodo) organized the whole thing. That's him rocking out on the right.
Mom, I hope you're reading this, because this is the only thing I want for Christmas. Like more than the G.I. Joe Aircraft Carrier (1984) or Lazer Tag (1986).
The guitar is a basically PlayStation controller (plugs right into the PS2) with five buttons (instead of strings), a mini control-pad thing (that
mimics the way you'd strum a guitar) and a whammy bar (!!).
The game plays a lot like Dance Dance Revolution - as music plays, you hit the buttons to play along. The more accurate you are, the more the crowd goes apeshit (and the more points you earn). It's much harder than you would think (the video shows the "medium" difficulty setting).
There was one guitar hooked up for the first part of the night, but after the raffle (hold on, more on that below), the guy who won a brand new copy of Guitar Hero (yes, complete with guitar!), ripped the box open and hooked it up so everyone could play two-player style. [video, 10m]
$10 raffle tickets put you in the running for an XBox 360, a signed old-school Gameboy, er, a copy of Guitar Hero, or a bunch of other swag.
Five raffle tickets = we won twice (but none of the good prizes). Here Janelle w/ my video card (?). I don't even know what one would do with this thing.
And five minues later Janelle won this fabulous Puppy Love shirt (huh?)
Disappointed that Jesus didn't want me to win either the XBox or Guitar Hero, we packed up and left around 11pm. We said our goodbyes to Teddy Salad on the way out.
Thursday. The Wired showroom was throwing another party courtesy of Flavorpill. We got there early (again) thinking it would be packed (free drinks + some fancy DJ) but alas, it was pretty quiet. We downed two freebee Dos Equis, grabbed our new friend Theo and headed over to Spring Lounge.
We randomly met up with Steve Ross on the street and Youngna through the miracle of dodgeball, had 800 beers at Spring Lounge, nearly got in a tussel with some salty fireman at the bar after he called Randy "Skipper", and chatted up these two random girls from Smith College. Grellan rocking his 1am hair at 9:30pm. Theo planning her escape.
Had to pose against the firebox on Spring + Mulberry for old time's sake. Listen, I'm like 5'9. This thing is taller than me. And Gabe hurdled it. Legend. (Read the story and watch the video. Come'on, it's Friday!)
The Hotel on Rivington: the fanciest hotel I've ever done been at. We whisked by the bouncers in the front, snuck our way up the elevator and into the lobby bar ("Lobby bar is for guests only, sir") and met up w/ Slavin and his entourage.
Fourtinately for us (them?) most of the high rollers had called it quits already. Passed Jeff Jarvis on the way out. One of the German VCs representing on the right. Dan.M and Mike.S from Team Socialight also saying hello.
Special thanks to the entourage for the champagne and Brooklyn Lagers. Youngna rounded up some of the suits for a photoshoot. (YP, pics?uploaded some pics)
Subject: Re: the cosby show
Date: December 9, 2005 12:32:06 PM EST
To: Dens, Grellan
(last night we were getting these super-cool group portrait photos taken by youngna in the rivington hotel with the rich germans and just before she takesthe picture, dennis whips his shirt off. they had no idea. it was hilarious.)
More photo shoots in the backroom.
They asked us to leave right around here. (Sorry, cute bartender)
So we got in the elevator and went up to the 20th floor. No luck finding the exit to the roof so we just ran around the hotel hallways for a while then left. In bed by 2:30 (ugh).
Woke up this morning to a good 4 inches of snow in NYC with an even better forecast for Vermont. (Two days of snow followed by a warm Saturday = perfect!)
Sorry in advance to all the holiday parties I'm skipping out on this wkd (Google + Spiers' bday + Pete.S + Sarah.B). I hope we can still be friends.
Leaving around 8pm tonight. Wendy's @ Exit 40 by 9:30. Last call at Snow Barn at 12:05am. Five dudes in the hoverpod = Meat Rover. Good times.
Snowy saturday = another No Data @ Loreley. I met up w/ Xtina + John.G early, dined on a fine sausage / sauerkraut sampler then met up with Randy + Grell downstairs. 10:30 rolls around and the place was empty (besides the people still eating downstairs). It was s starting to look like the Worst No Data Ever(tm) before we hit midnight and magically the place was packed.
Special guests included the Girls from Apt 1RE (well, Rachel and Kalyna in the middle), Welcome Back to NYC (for the 4th time) Sarah.B on the right and Ms. Jenn on the left.
Youngna, still sans camera, rolled in an iPod voice recorder for a replacement (lame... or at least I thought till she just emailed me the clips... hahahahahah. YP, please put them online.)
Our wise friend CZ once said, "Only suckers pay for drinks in December." I suppose we officially kicked off Holiday Party Season last night, stopping by both the Wired store and the Adidas store down in Soho to collect our free drinks.
Wired store first - they don't sell anything, it's just a showroom for all the gear that shows up in the pages of Wired magazine. Of the more interesting items we got to play with was this BrainBall game ($19,000!), where you put on this headband with little metal things that touches your forehead, sit at this special table across from another person (who is also wearing the headband), and then try to relax more than your opponent. The ball moves across the table based on who is more relaxed.
Noah In The Wired Jacket said the game worked "by measuring alpha waves", but more likely the headband is monitoring heart rate / pulse (?) (not unlike other biofeedback video games).
By "all her shit", I really mean fancy camera and all the things that go with fancy cameras. As Dianne said: "Youngna without her camera is unnatural. It's like Dens without a cell phone or Grellan without polo shirts."
Anyway, the fundraiser is on! (We really should make one of those thermometer-style graphics, you know?)
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).
Four days of Halloween is a little much, no? See, that's the problem with these Monday holidays. I'm looking forward to taking tonight off.
(Costumes? Oh, we'll get to that.)
Start on Friday with Youngna's 23rd birthday @ Dove (happy bday, yp!). Friday = too early to be wearing costumes so I went as a Johnny Red Sweater. Actually, no one was really dressed up except for The Happy Corp kids - Doug rolled into Dove in this giant domino suit... and 4 hours later (by the time we were all at the Magician) Matt rolls in wearing, er, another giant domino costume (hence the "Die domino die!" dodgeball message for anyone left confused).
Anyway, late night + Youngna's birthday + Youngna really crunked + Youngna's super tiny frame + giant domino costume = Youngna toppled over, on the floor, wearing this stoopid suit and unable to get up turtle-on-its-back style. Hahahahahahaha.
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.
I'm walking on the subway platform the other day and run into Kevin's friend Bee who I haven't seen in forever (and never see amongst the lineup of familiar subway people faces). So we're talking and it turns out that she lives in the building that faces my building (across the courytard), like my-window-looks-into-her-window style. So, when I get home after work I made this sign out of masking tape.
Fast forward a few hours, KTDD is giving me a haircut (thanks, btw) and JJ is eating some Thai food and Bee I guess sees my homemade welcome sign and comes running out waving from her balcony across the courtyard. JJ suggested we set up a zipline or at the very least a tin can cellphone setup.
(that's her on the balcony, see?)
Anyway, so huh. Right across the courtyard.
Okay, so that story was kind of dumb. I'm sorry but I'm wicked hungover. Like got-home-at-5am hungover. I love you, Spring Lounge (kind of).
You may have read about Grellan is such magazines as Crunked Weekly. I whooped Matt Spangler in an arm wrestling battle (not really) soon after this.
Random girls at the bar. (Dianne in mid sneeze?) Sorry, Youngna, but you didn't make any of the photos(, loser!)
I gave Randy a ride home after I busted his ankle with a sweet Karate Kid-esque sweep-the-leg move (sorry about that, dude). The end.
ps:No Data = Saturday @ Lolita. Swing by after midnight.
update: Randy = at the hospital getting x-rays cause I reeeaaallllyyyy may have broken his ankle?! Oh man. (4:43pm)
update 2: Ankle = badly sprained. And Randy is now sporting a cane! Awesome! You should be thanking me, man!
foliage field trip to vermont (plus: bonus corn maze!!!)
Me + Randy + Becca + Dianne + Leslie + YP made the trek to Vermont this weekend. Dianne had put together a wicked agenda (apple picking + corn maze!). We tooklotsofphotos.
Not sure where you're at, but here in NYC it rained for like 8 days straight. Like record-setting rainfall. It continued to pour the whole ride up (er, and all weekend).
Arrived late late late Friday night. Big Dig left a pile of wood that needed stackin' (one cord!)
(er, just ignore the fact that it's like high noon in this photo)
Randy and I brought our skate decks up in hope of spending some quality time with the halfpipe we built. Rain = no such luck. (and the water damage to the ramp is pretty bad too). I think we're going to pull the tarp for the winter, freeze the thing and snowboard on it once the snow falls (or maybe use the snowdeck???)
This past Saturday was Stacey & Dave's wedding - two friends from back in the Jupiter days who fell in love under the spell of dot com magic. They left NYC a while back, moved out to Seattle and (I think) are planning a triumphant return to NYC soon. I've been looking forwardto the wedding forever - many of the best dot com stories (e.g. featuring events hosted by Pets.com, Dealtime.com, uBid.com, Boo.com, Flooz.com, Luke McG.com, etc) included the old Jup crew that were all part of the weddding entourage.
Oh, here's Stacey and Dave. Together = cute like kittens. The wedding was held out at Frankie's 457, a restaurant in Carol Gardens, Brooklyn. Big backyard for the cermeony and an old coach house in back for the reception / hip hop dance party.
The weather this whole weekend was wicked crappy - Saturday included. Pat Kiernan from NY1 told me this morning that we got more rain this weekend than in the entire month of August.
Anyway, so around 4pm, I put on my bestest (read: only) suit and met up w/ Andy + Rina + Gage over at The Krucoff's apt. Cab ride to Brooklyn was a stoopid 40 minutes long (bridge traffic). We should have taken the F.
I'm happy to report that Operation Halfpipe was a success. No severed fingers, no leftover wood, no unhappy neighbors (er, yet). As I'm putting these pics together, I still can't believe we built this thing - going from the pic on the left to the pic on the right in two days (er, 14 hours of building!). I borrowed about 80% of these pics from up-and-coming photo superstar Youngna (thanks!), so you can thank her for the great shots in this recap.
Friday night. I left work around 6pm and ran around the city borrowing tools from friends (special shoutouts to Paul.K and the Barcade circular saw, Steve.R and the No Data Prom drill, and Strle and her trusty jigsaw). Me + Randy + Youngna left the city just after 8pm.
We made a pit stop in New Haven to pick up Youngna's friend Brook - who just happens to be getting his Master's degree in Architecture from Yale (read: knows how to build shit). Lucky us, Brook also let us raid the woodshop to fill in the blanks on our "Required Tools" checklist.
Saturday morning. Randy and I were up early to hit Home Depot just as the doors opened.
The Home Depot in Bennington, VT: "Where Halfpipe Dreams Come True."
Last night @ Local 138 we were making up hand signals that could be used in the place of saying "doing it" (as in: "When you and Amy went to the prom, did you, well, you know, DO IT?", says my Mom, circa 1994).
Anyway, here's my favorite, as illustrated (and scanned) by DM.
I'm a little behind on the teendrama, but fresh from Where 2.0 (we're talking July 2nd here), I trekked up to VT with a carload in Big Red 2.0. We were met with another mini-van full of kids late Friday night. The plan? I wake up at 5am on Sunday morning to meet my parents at the airport (Vegas!) while I leave the NYC crew unsupervised to trash the house.
Here, the 2.5 hour hike up the mountain Saturday afternoon (read: much harder than expected)
That's it from me, this is one of Janelle's pics. I was looking at this pic while I was out in Vegas thinking to myself, "What the heck is Becca doing under the picnic table?"
Oh, Dens + Tico. Hahahahahahahah.
(Tico = Genja's little dog)
Anyway, Grellan + Youngna + Chris + Dianne + Becca + Jen + Jannelle pretty much Flickr'ed the shit out of the weekend. Take a look:
So, this past weekend was Adult Camp. The story goes something like this: Becca's friend Dana used to be a camp counselor at this camp up in the Berkshiers (right on the MA / NY border). Every year, the folks at the camp allow the old counselors to come back with some of their friends a few weeks before the camp opens to the kids (hence, "Adult Camp"). Last year, Becca and crew had the Best Time Ever(tm) - this year we were invited to tag along.
This is actually the last pic I took before we left, but I figured I'd lead off with it anyway. There were about 15 of us total that made the trip.
Dana sent an email around a few days before telling us what we needed to bring: towels, sheets, some cards, a blanket. I underpacked I guess, thinking we'd be locked away in our warm little cabins. Instead, we were rolling with three-wall cabins (three bunks per cabin). Good times, for those with sleeping bags (hold on, we'll get to that).
Team Big Red 2.0 (me + Grellan + Becca + Youngna + Krucoff) left NYC Friday around 6pm. The route is pretty straightforward for about 95% of the trip, with the last 5% being crazy unmarked, uncharted roads. We made plans to meet Dana at a local pub right near the camp so she could guide us back.
One burger and two beers later, we left to make the 10 minute trip to camp. As I was backing my car our of my parking spot (a little fast admittedly), a cop car was rounding the corner. And, er, I nearly clipped him.
So, the cop turns around, follows me for a minute or so, throws on his lights and pulls me over. The conversation went a little like this:
Him: Do you know why I pulled you over?
Me: Sure, I pulled out a little quick and almost hit you as you turned the corner.
Him: Yup. You been drinking tonight?
Me: I had one drink with dinner.
Him: Step out of the car, please.
We stuck The Girls on the Decorations Committee (1 helium tank + 300 balloons)...
... while we stuck Randy with the drill. Grellan got to stress over the logistics of the prom's corportate sponsor and I got to stress over the guest list. Thanks to drama from parties-past, we had to get a bouncer + guest list to prevent any theft / vandalism / tagging. We cut the list at about 170 people (not including plus-ones).
Pretty quiet weekend after what was a pretty crazy week. ITP threw an alumni reception on Saturday where they had a little champaign toast for Me + Alex + dodgeball + Google. No, we didn't have to give a speech.
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.
Saturday = Dianne's bday party at the No Data Loft(tm) (aka Steve's apt). Seriously, Steve was nice enough to let Dianne throw her birthday party at his Tribeca loft (sound familiar?) and Dianne was nice enough to invite Team No Data (me + Randy + Grellan) to DJ.
Dianne was also kind enough to make 800 cupcakes.
These pics are all over the place. I have almost nothing of the pre-party. The night was slow starting, even around 12:30 the place was looking empty.
We got there are 9:30. I snapped this pic at the bodega downstairs at 9:34p. Taking inventory.
As promised, we kicked off Friday with the FREE PIZZA PARTY I won at 12" (business card drop, remember?). Strangely, there was another pizza party there (though not a FREE one) - actually it was more of an office party. We locked ourselves into the VIP corner for safety.
Then we went to Janelle's bday party at The Dove over in the West Village. For some reason I don't have any of my own photos from this, so I stole this one from Youngna. She has a ton of pics - some of which are just amazing.
I'm sitting at The Happy Corp right now, dealing with Jen and Youngna as they make fun of my senior photo haircut (pic stolen from JJ's site, btw).
Backstory from 1994: First take at senior photos came out crappy. Retakes were just as bad. Mom was really mad that I made no effort to comb my hair on the big day, so she made me go to this other photographer and she styled-up my hair herself - comb + blowdryer style. Hot.
I think Jonathan cut his own hair. This one time back in like 4th grade he took my dad's electric razor to his bangs in attempt to look like the kid from Terminator 2. It was awesome.
Youngna is really something special behind the camera. After an all-day photo shoot out in a part of Brooklyn that is only accessible by the G train, she shot another 2 flash cards full at Saturday's No Data. Check out the rest of her pics (and recap) here.
Tough to see from my shitty camera phone shot, but we hit about 6 new inches of snow over two days in Vermont this past weekend. Jill + Steve + MF + Youngna + Heather.D + Gina + Julie + special Medway guest star Danielle Galante all made the trek to Mount Snow.