A PS 260 Party (sort of)…
Every July, PS 260 throws a kick ass fucking summer bash. Two years ago, I still had my intern/runner shoes on and had to go get ice and more pizza and clean up, and I basically knew no one, so it was not quite that fun for me personally.
Then last year came along, and as an assistant, I had much less work to do. Plus, I took matters into my own hands to make this an entertaining night for myself, and invited almost everyone I knew. God, I wish I blogged at that time because it went down as the party to be at, still vividly remembered a year later. I felt like such a pimp, in the middle of several groups of friends (college has different circles, hich school has less but many present), the reason they all had such a good time (I even got laid). Once spring hit, people asked me when this year’s shindig would go down.
And regrettably, I had to disappoint. The bosses, for whatever weird reason (I heard different pussy excuses: we don’t just want to be known as the party place, we just want to get prospective or working clients in here, not a bunch of randoes, every year is too much, we’ll do every two years, and I can only assume, the money might have something to do with it, these little throwdowns require a severe investment) decided that no humungous party be thrown, just small or medium little client intensive fetes. They even curbed THEMSELVES on invites of CLIENTS! What a fucking mess. And I had to swallow my tongue and not say anything, even though I knew this was a mistake. (I did try to say something at an unrelated company meeting. I asked how many people the staff could invite, really (they originally claimed none), and then commented that the ten max invite the editors had should be stretched to not offend any of the loyal clients we did not invite that would hear about it somehow. I was shot down, saying that you could claim it was another editor’s party and it was for new business and we tried to keep it small, blah, blah blah. Ugh. What more could I do, this is not my show to run.)
So the “Garden Release Party” went down. It rained on and off (what a great coming out for our new and awesome roof foliage). That probably stopped some peeps. Or maybe the fact that no one knew about it did.
Basically, it was lame. I broke the zero invite rule by about ten people, and did not feel nervous—if no one came, then someone had to eat the food and drink the alcohol, and if the word spread like I thought it would, then my friends would just blend in—until I found out that no other staff had really broken it. Well, if it came back to bite me in the ass I would face the consequences.
I am (can you tell) pissed. Such a fucking waste. If you are worried about the money, then spend it a bit more wisely. All a party really needs is alcohol and a space. Throw in some food (no servers really needed) and that’s all she wrote. Email invites saves money, no crazy antics like a marching band or hat writing, and it’s still fun as hell. And if you really want to attract more clients, don’t black ball half the people that use you because you ‘only’ have ten invites. And when one of those new clients comes in and it’s just the people that work there plus like ten others, is that the way to really impress them? Small parties in our space just makes us look like losers. Maybe it was more of the rain’s fault, but still… The plan was flawed from the beginning. Maybe just don’t have anything at all. These parties drive the running staff crazy with stress, make us work less the next day, it might have been better without it…
Okay, okay… enough bitching. Lets get to the part all of you will skip to anyway, the pictures.
I forgot my camera at home, so I made a mad dash to go retrieve it, and who did find on the way back, but Michelle Rabinowitz. Still a small city.
Look at that appetizing spread.
And the full on bar.
Keep an eye on Jenna, there, soon her demeanor will be a lot more drunk.
Rhys makes it back to the PS.
Millbot and Robert braved the soggy roof.
Oh Warren, you’re such a thug.
Okay, a bit drunker now.
Hey, I gave both these girls a pearl necklace.
Sarra’s having some fun.
So is Maury with the fantabulous Coke clients.
Dave Moore never misses a chance to party.
Then my peeps began to arrive, Claire with teaching fellow Alana.
Crazy man Thayer.
Liz and, “you the man” Derek (notice the point).
Millbot and friends.
“Don’t you like my skirt?”
Not as much as I like to feel like a pimp.
Rob’s Catholic-Dancing-Dave makes it in with girl.
You kiss your mother with that face, Ben Starkman.
Wow! The newly made mother has a night away from her crying cub. Yeah Amy!
John and JJ, thanks for letting this happen.
No Patrick, I toast YOU.
Ogo brings his own party.
Pat and Althea grace us.
As do the glorious sisters Lynn.
Is that Sandra, back at the PS?
Joanna knows the glory of last year.
Matty has some chops that will rival my stache soon enough.
Oh, yeah, it’s getting later, Ricardo and Erik are all fucked up.
We finally meet Nicole’s Doug.
Don’t you just LOVE my skirt?
The only close up of Noah, with Claire giving us the half blink fucked up look.
Beletic makes it in (with posse unpictured).
Matty and Althea throw it down.
And for some reason, my cheek is just THE place to put your lips.
No, I’m not drunk.
But I am.
Bitch.
Later guys, im out of this lame joint.
A few of us pay for it the next day.
Not THAT bad of a party, but definitely not what it could have been. Hopefully, see you next year.
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