Once More, Things Have Occurred.
Rather than boring you with an impossible enumeration of the innumerable Things themselves, I will instead note only the several of them which stand out in my recollection. Commence!
I. Roger's Birthday
The resident youngling has in fact gained another year, so that we are precluded from flaunting our ages over his quite so severely as we had, though naturally such practices will continue at a reduced level. As per tradition, there was a celebratory dinner at Arturo's; as per tradition, it rocked. What's more, it was funded by a most benevolent parental contribution, and thereby rendered all the more delicious. I am not entirely sure why I am so prominently the central figure in this image; perhaps it is some sort of religious allegory.
What's more, Roger's sister and mother saw fit to send me a gift along with his several ones; perhaps to commemorate my having withstood, with relatively good grace, another full year in his presence. Whatever the reason, I am now the proud owner of a pair of boxers inscribed, quite appropriately, with the word "ninja," its "i" and "j" dotted with deadly shuriken. Let it be known that I am wearing such a garment even now; that it imbues me, as one might presume, with Real Ultimate Power; and furthermore that such sisters and mothers do in fact rock.
II. Maddy!
I elected not to go to Boston this weekend for a vast array of reasons, not the least of which being a large quantity of work that needed doing. This plan got off to a great start, but sort of backfired when Maddy suggested coming to New York - a course of action which I wholeheartedly, and inexplicably, advocated.
Friday night, Wendy convinced us (without too much difficulty) to party with drunken lesbians. We improvised partying attire out of lingerie and my shirts, which ended up being pretty awesome. But then it was all for naught, as our lack of initiative in obtaining fake IDs precluded our entry into the joint. This was okay; alternate courses of action were pursued.
Saturday involved some excellent Italian food. You know it's a good sign when you're eating on a street called Restaurant Row, and this is precisely what we did. Then there were the Central Park Gates. Which I found are quite difficult to photograph, particularly at night, but are quite awesome nonetheless.
Finally, there was Too Much Light, which you may recall we failed to see last time. This time we, Roger, Kate and Julienne met with far greater success. There was beer (perhaps in excess, for some of us), there was a cat, and the show was entirely different (apart from two sketches) while perhaps yet better than before. What's more, Kate, Roger and I all managed to participate in the night's programme, so that we are now all firmly established as professional actors. My part involved hitting a man periodically with a loaf of Wonder bread while people shouted numbers in German. Then we signed and exchanged our loaves, so I also gained bread from the endeavor. This makes me not only an actor, but an actor who can earn bread - more than many can claim, I daresay. At the end, a man ran off with a critical prop, the squirrel. Roger and I gave chase, but could not locate the villain - I'm not even sure how Roger heard about the crime, and we were drunk, so circumstances did not entirely favor our brand of vigilante justice anyway. Be on the lookout for him, though. He wears red sunglasses and may be armed with a squirrel.
I'll end here, as I have more pressing concerns than your amusement. That depends, I suppose, on who you happen to be; but if you average all possible yous, it is accurate, as ultimately I do not particularly care about the majority of those six billion potential readers. The coming week and weekend both promise to be zany on a fairly epic level, so that I would not put it past myself to update again at some point. Or would I? The world may never know.
I. Roger's Birthday
The resident youngling has in fact gained another year, so that we are precluded from flaunting our ages over his quite so severely as we had, though naturally such practices will continue at a reduced level. As per tradition, there was a celebratory dinner at Arturo's; as per tradition, it rocked. What's more, it was funded by a most benevolent parental contribution, and thereby rendered all the more delicious. I am not entirely sure why I am so prominently the central figure in this image; perhaps it is some sort of religious allegory.
What's more, Roger's sister and mother saw fit to send me a gift along with his several ones; perhaps to commemorate my having withstood, with relatively good grace, another full year in his presence. Whatever the reason, I am now the proud owner of a pair of boxers inscribed, quite appropriately, with the word "ninja," its "i" and "j" dotted with deadly shuriken. Let it be known that I am wearing such a garment even now; that it imbues me, as one might presume, with Real Ultimate Power; and furthermore that such sisters and mothers do in fact rock.
II. Maddy!
I elected not to go to Boston this weekend for a vast array of reasons, not the least of which being a large quantity of work that needed doing. This plan got off to a great start, but sort of backfired when Maddy suggested coming to New York - a course of action which I wholeheartedly, and inexplicably, advocated.
Friday night, Wendy convinced us (without too much difficulty) to party with drunken lesbians. We improvised partying attire out of lingerie and my shirts, which ended up being pretty awesome. But then it was all for naught, as our lack of initiative in obtaining fake IDs precluded our entry into the joint. This was okay; alternate courses of action were pursued.
Saturday involved some excellent Italian food. You know it's a good sign when you're eating on a street called Restaurant Row, and this is precisely what we did. Then there were the Central Park Gates. Which I found are quite difficult to photograph, particularly at night, but are quite awesome nonetheless.
Finally, there was Too Much Light, which you may recall we failed to see last time. This time we, Roger, Kate and Julienne met with far greater success. There was beer (perhaps in excess, for some of us), there was a cat, and the show was entirely different (apart from two sketches) while perhaps yet better than before. What's more, Kate, Roger and I all managed to participate in the night's programme, so that we are now all firmly established as professional actors. My part involved hitting a man periodically with a loaf of Wonder bread while people shouted numbers in German. Then we signed and exchanged our loaves, so I also gained bread from the endeavor. This makes me not only an actor, but an actor who can earn bread - more than many can claim, I daresay. At the end, a man ran off with a critical prop, the squirrel. Roger and I gave chase, but could not locate the villain - I'm not even sure how Roger heard about the crime, and we were drunk, so circumstances did not entirely favor our brand of vigilante justice anyway. Be on the lookout for him, though. He wears red sunglasses and may be armed with a squirrel.
I'll end here, as I have more pressing concerns than your amusement. That depends, I suppose, on who you happen to be; but if you average all possible yous, it is accurate, as ultimately I do not particularly care about the majority of those six billion potential readers. The coming week and weekend both promise to be zany on a fairly epic level, so that I would not put it past myself to update again at some point. Or would I? The world may never know.