les vingt-trois coups
My dear friends. I have now entered the depths of my twenties. Much like a new decade starting, the first couple of years really belong to the previous. Think about it..like the 80's really got going after like 83. Props to everyone involved in the various birthday festivites -- you are all lethal dudes. I got a really awesome card from work, with pics of me enjoying the subway I consume on a daily basis. This made me sad however, because I want to be as tight and artist as the masters here at the studio. Prezzies were wicked fresh: thanks to jay and John for Nice Pete's "A Wonderful Tale" I now have about a hundred awesome quotes. Emms' bag of fun included a sweet Jim Morision wanted for lewdness flag, and a portable tetris/frogger game that consumed the better part of my weekend. I also got some really cool serving trays, a set of amber brandy glasses and an amusing book on the wastrels of post WWI England. So far Jay is not mentioned. Oh and of course my Hot pink Ipod Mini, which as craig from work pointed out, is the color of SEX. Dinner at Siam Kitchen was also had, and at the Dom a frenchman taught us the proper way to say "Your mother is a filthy whore, who makes sex on the Tabbernacle" Thanks again to Jaybird for the desert and the "like-ice-wine-but-not-icewine-exactly" it was fly.