The End of Rents, Eighty, and Apartment…
Monday was the Rents’ last day. So they took us out for dinner at Punch with the Sis.
Surprise guest was the glorious Ana Maria.
Tuesday John and I checked out Angus’ new place on the upper east.
We played some poker, which Angus took once I lost stupidly and John got bored.
Wednesday I made quick stop at John’s, taking what is arguably one of the best elevator picts yet (through the mirror).
And I caught my most favorite time.
Friday I got a bit depressed, so I just kinda stayed in the office killing time, while Jenna went on a date with her pal Keri.
Then they came back and Jenna and I went to see the weirdest movie ever: Live Freakly Die Freakly. A claymation retelling of the Manson Murders voiced by pop punk band members.. I fell asleep for most of it.
Saturday, poker once again returned to the upper west enclave, after a long hiatus. Everybody won except me.
And Alison, she lost like twenty, but I went down eighty. And yes, I got a bit unlucky, but mostly, I just played bad. It sucked some major hairy ass.
But the night would not end on that down note, for the quintet at 440 6th Street threw an empty nest party. Liz demonstrates the emptyness.
All the allstars showed up. Ruty, Matty, and Thayer.
The Hostess with the Leastess (amount of stuff at his place).
And Aaron busted out the big news, he just might become a homeowner. A HOMEOWNER! Jesus how old are we? I am still, to this very moment as type this, aghast, flabbergasted even.
Then Howard and Carolina gave me a free psychologist session and snapped me back to more regularness.
Claire, too, might be a homeowner. I still can’t get it through my skull.
At least Noah is still old stylish Noah.
Then more shocking news. Carolina is married! Married! I tried to take a photo of my amazement, and all 4 came out fuzzy, how annoying.
Derek then regaled me with his dealing and getting somewhat fired at Hank Azaria’s poker game.
And The Only Smith broke down his movement to bella Roma.
While the newly met Steffan and I both discoursed our love of Confederacy of Dunces, and may Lady Fortuna shine on us both.
At the end, Nat told of almost dying in Bulgaria of an appendix issue.
And I finally got to almost talk to Althea.
Sunday Jenna had a classic date night. We checked out Tristam Shandy, which I thought was quite good, and then had some Italian.
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