February 5, 2006
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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.
