April 23, 2005

  • Friday Work Peeps…

    Yes, the fake boobies came back into play.

    Only on me they look like saggy grandma titties.

    It was a slow day, so we hit some margaritas early, and then went out.

    Look at that snowman lipstick.

    We hit lorelei, a german beer garten.

    And talked about early sexual espiriences.

    Like the time before I knew the word orgasm, and I would call them shockwaves.

    We wondered what this table over here did.

    So I went and asked. We thought it would be one common thing, but it was scattered, teachers mailmen, analysts, PR.

    I love NY.

    After Lorelei, which I realized I had already been to for Jesse’s Birthday (link later, maybe) Jenna and I hit madam x.

    Because John Hect was having a private party upstairs. I didn’t really know Hect, so I was waiting to see other soccer kids there I knew, but they were not to be see.

    But then I realized I had been to this fucking bar as well. It had a little cubby hole that looked cool, unpictured because it was taken.

    Good times, though.