Sunday, November 16, 2008

Picture Perfect

New York, NY
It's one thing to catch a glimpse of a woman's chest. It's another thing entirely when said woman happens to be your best friend's wife, and you're dancing with her, at your best friend's sister's wedding, and they take a photo of it and post it on their official wedding photo website. I remember thinking at the time, through a fog of drunkenness, that I was quite possibly the greatest dancer in the world. It turns out I was wrong.

Still, it got me thinking about the amount of photos I haven't posted on this blog. Luckily, I've been uploading many to Facebook and they're now available for public consumption. Enjoy...


There are more, but these will have to do for now. Also, I suggest you check out my Unemployment Journal, which has been getting a lot of traction online.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Election Coverage

New York, NY

I doubt it's any sort of surprise that I'm happy about Obama's election to the Presidency. The world seems like a better place. Luckily, the folks at YesButNoButYes always let me say what I want. So, without further ado, I encourage you to read the following articles:

Monday, November 03, 2008

Halloween Among the Greeks

New York, NY

The plan was simple, create the closest approximation to the Drapers of television's Mad Men fame, and head out on the town. With an incredible amount of hair gel, curling irons, and a 1960's swagger, Lindsey and I hit the town. What was in store for us was another thing entirely. Something we never could have anticipated.


Don Draper or Justin Timberlake? With me, sometimes those lines get too blurry.

The only way to start off a 1960's night, by mixing drinks. (Oddly, in a very 21st Century DoubleClick branded shaker.)

The smell of burnt hair is something one never forgets.

Our first stop was to witness the madness of the Village Halloween parade. Then Jas called...

As I've come to learn with all things Jas, expect the unexpected. You'll always be entertained, and you'll always do something new. This was the case. He called and invited us to a private Greek-themed Halloween party at Gotham Hall. Sparing no expense, the party consisted of fire breathers, open bars, an aerialist, lasers, and mostly naked men delivering fruit on trays. Ad Executives (both fake and real) stood out like sore thumbs.


Of course I went straight for the steak first.


Jas does not partake in illegal drug related activities.

This was and is the closest I'll ever get to being a Roman gladiator.

Lindsey promised a pout, and she delivered.

Another Halloween has come and gone. Thanks to Jas for an amazing night and for adding to the long list of things I need to repay him for.