Union Tax Pokes Dinner…

It seems that one Josh G. has finally made it out of old Wes and moved into the city.

Went to check out his new place on Tues. It’s got a killer f-in’ view.

Friday. Jenna did our regular thing at Pump.

And the Empire just looked stupendous.

Damn! We lost our lease.

Saturday was jam packed. It started off with a trip to my new tax man, Bobby O.

He tried to save me and Jenna some money, but we both had incorrect filings and owed Uncle Sam a bit a cash. Needless to say, this is not a sarcastic picture.

But alas, the day continued, with Wes Ring Poker, at Chez-Thayer.

Even Althea showed up (albeit late).

It went delicious. Not my first hand, where I tried to push Aaron off a his 2 dollar raise with an all in, losing everything with my pathetic King Six to his 4s in the pocket. But from then on my decision making was just right. Plus I got lucky. When I had ace king, Althea had ace queen and Derek had a pair of nines. The ace hit and I took her out, with a chunk of Derek to boot. When I got kings a bit later on, Thayer went all in short stack with ace ten, which Matt just called. Being the second biggest stack, he could hurt me the most, so I wanted to send a message that his high ace was no good, so I went all in. He had one of the only hands that would have made him call: the lovely ladies, Queens. Thayer gets his ace to stay alive, but I take all 35 of MattSams dollars to become the uber big stack. Later, I would catch Rutkoff acting too disgruntled, and would lay down a pair of kings to his pocket aces. And as the coup d’grace, I would call Matt’s river all in with king high to beat him with my queen kicker, somehow knowing it was a complete bluff. Sometimes the stars align. I left with 86 profit. Only thing, the last four times I played, its been down about 100, then up 100, then down again about 100, and now one more time up, I got learn to cut my losses. Rutkoff left with 26, the only other person to win.

Then Aaron and Claire were nice enough to invite Matt Althea and I to their house for diner. We bought some tomatoes.

Enjoyed delicious humus and grapes.

Chopped up said tomatoes.

While Aaron made the rest of the sauce and the pasta.

Althea made scrumptious from-scratch garlic bread.

A meal to remember, even though the cooking got a bit retarded at times.

And I missprayed the Mod Home made seltzer maker.

Derek and Liz showed up later.

We talked about Claire’s homemade cleaner with borax.

And we knew the night was over when Althea passed out and would not get up.

There’s no better way to end the night than with condoms on the subway home.

Cold Stop…

Its been slow. Work has been hard so I missed a bunch of stuff. Instead
of going to a green card party, I waited for two hours to post new axe
spots.   

On Friday, I mixed the spots, and reconformed them until 2am, missing
two concerts I wanted to see. Then, the worst thing a photoblogger
could face came to be: my camera broke. This is no photoshop filter,
this is my camera on high white balance. But more on that later.

Saturday, finally, a day of rest. Jenna and I went to the MOMA to see the Munch, specifically.

Jenna has a membership, and so we went for my discount ticket. We were
promptly refused because her card had expired. It really hadn’t, there
should have been an extra month tacked on because it took so long to
get here, but the line was too long at the member services to make a
stink that we just bought regular tickets. Then, when we got to the
exhibition, bam!

No entry except for members! What a fucking fiasco. So angrily, we went
to the Spanish Architecture exhibition. Which was actually kinda cool.
Those hot blooded Spaniards sure are erecting some cool ass shit. No
photos allowed so we had to sneak these in. The new flamingo center
looks amazing.

We also checkd out some cool photography. That's Duchamp, folks.

And drawings.

Then, fun with broken camera.

As we introduced, the new model. (I was going to upgrade soon, anyway,
for some zoom action). It’s a bit thicker, but it’s quicker, can zoom,
and takes better video.

Awesome.

 

Wednesday I went down to John’s place and finally met the incredible photographer ben “the rose.”

John Mclane by John Mclane was also looking good.

And here is the first-deposit-to-homeless-charity high five.

Then, upon arrival at my house, the miracle of borrowing a housekeeper shined through. As the jetsetters winter in the Cali coast, Arcelie works miracles at my place. I highly recommend her. Look how she cuted my bed up.

But now, my bed really looks cuter.

Thursday work threw a three person birthday cupcake fiasco.

Check more on that at the PS blog.

And did I say fiasco, I meant FIASCO. Jenna and I went down to Fat Baby to see them rock the house.

Jenna got crazy enough to flash the crown, well, almost.

And then we got interviewed for some crappy webshow that isn’t even up yet. But it was nice to be nominated.

Friday I was grumpy so I didn’t go out, I just watched Jenna go.

Satruday, as the snows began to fall for the biggest blizzard in NYC history, we played poker.

I did terribly, losing seventy mostly on stupid bluffs. Then in the night-capping toruney, I made all the right moves until I didn’t call Cassens with pocket sevens, and did call him with eight nine to go out one short of the money. Ugh.

And then the snow came down and down.

Happy V Day. May all Vaginas be filled an merry.

Footage Going Away To Poker and Juice…

Wednesday, Jenna and I hit some restaurant week action at Steak Frites. I loved the rare tuna appetizer, and the, um,  steak frites.

But Jenna only ate French fries and ice cream because of some order misunderstanding and steak malfunction.

Thursday I hit the Chinatown Lounge (Nick’s Place). Look, he devised a camera entry strategy, can you find the shooting device.

I met producer Jeff.

Hung out with Art and Paul (that’s me to the right).

Nick got suave.

And most importantly, I went down there with my new ly bought terabyte drive to copy over the footage for our documentary.

Yes, Nick’s been shooting (about 20 hours to date) his and John’s misadventures and paintings, which I will cut into some sort of compelling narrative documentary, and Nick will also cut into his own art film piece.

Jane and alice showed up, just as I was leaving.

Because I had to go to the Jet Setters’ going away party. Yes, Sam and Phoebe are moving to LA for a bit to hit up pilot season. Here is my arrival at Waikiki Wallys.

Talked to the gorgeus Amelia.

Finally found my sister.

Met these two. (name unremembered)

Of course Ana-Maria.

And this couple. (name unremembered)

Better picture with the sis.

Met this girl too. (name unremembered)

Bonded with Alex.

Met, ooh, im going to go with Tai?

Sam advertised red stripe.

The punch bowls came out.

And I left 2nd St. to go all the way home uptown. I got to about 73rd when I realized that I had left my 800 dollar drive, with the 20 hours of footage in it that had just taken me 2 hours to copy at the fucking bar! This is how I felt.

But worry not, it was just where I left it. So all ends well.

Friday, Jenna went out with her girls, who stopped by the office to pose.

And pose.

And pose.

And I went to upper west side Poker.

I got great cards at the beginning, and I played well and went up. I also had some great calls, catching people in bluffs. Sean stayed steady, Jim slowly lost twenty, and Cassens, poor Cassens got f-ed nicely a bunch, culminating in Gable cracking his pocket Aces with pocket fives that hit.

Gable came late and left early about 100 up, I have never seen him lose money. Then the late night stint started. Seany, Dave and I stayed up til 5am playing. Cassens, still on tilt and getting drunker and drunker, kept trying to bluff me, and I kept catching him. This culminated on his tremendous bluff when I got pocket aces, and I took all his money on the last hand, at 4:55 in the morning. I was happy. But it felt a bit dirty playing a Cassens who was most def not in his best playing mental state.

Saturday, Jenna and I hit Memoirs of a Geisha. It was all right, the book is so majestic and well written I knew the movie could not compare, but Rob Marshall is such a production filmmaker, that it did all right.

Then we hit this cool little coffee and sandwhich shop and both did our best pepperochino faces.

You know that moment when the sourness hits you.

Then she went out again with the girls.

Oh, what a cutie. Enjoy you superbowl, peeps.