November 7, 2007
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Oscar, Bender, Poker, and Becky’s, Feb. 27th to Mar. 11th, 2007
February 2007 was a sad month at PS 260. After 3 years of asking other offices to join our oscar pool and keeping the money home, we finally lost it. Second place to Blue Rock.
And first to Nutmeg. Congrats you bastards, and don’t get to comfortable, we’ll get it back next year.
Oh, nice, good mustache day.
After delivering the money, I headed to the one and only time I made it to the Agency.com (who I cut a job with) poker game.
See, there I am.
Not a bad poker ring, but I guess I didn’t really give it the fair trial. Won 60 dollars, though.
Look! Chocolate.
With patterns.
And hearts.
Aha, another good mustache day.
Which leads us to a quick stop at John’s where I took some color wheel portraits in blue.
And in gunshot red.
The next day the illustrious Bender came into town, so we went to Korean BBQ and the Elder Ryang came along.
Where they cook the meat right in front of you.
And by they, I mean she.
Delicious.
The man himself.
And don’t think Jimmy won’t get into the grill, either.
Millbot liked it, as did Bender’s girl and her friend.
Gotta love that Korean BBQ.
Afterward, we hit up Fincher’s Zodiac.
I thought it was really good, but these guys only gave it the so so.
Bye Bender.
The day after that, Bryan and Bill, both of them ex-Psers, had extra tickets for some official new york city comedy.
So we met up, gossiped a bit about other ex-Officewokers.
And watched Tracy Jordan, I mean, Morgan get down and dirty.
But the night would not end there, we headed over across the bridge to Madeleine’s (yet another ex-Pser) new digs.
For her hat party.
Or was it a pirate party?
Hadat and Jeceyna with the Mad-line. Hadat doesn’t like when I take pictures of her.
We didn’t know anyone but the host, so we were kind of just hanging out when I spotted something in the corner of my retina.
Hooka!
Yarr! Me loves me thar Hookar I sayer.
So we joined in for a bit before we split.
Damn my spread’s large.
Monday morning looked like trash day on the sidewalk.
But it didn’t stop Jenna and I from hitting up Craft Bar for some deliciousness.
Love me that pork.
But not a much as Jenna loves her her copa sandwhich.
At the end of the week, Rebecca had herself another dinner party. Which the C Spot made it too.
As did this glorious Brooklynite farmer.
Keith had some lessons.
Like: “That’s not a knife. This… this is knife.”
The party rolled on.
Jokes were told.
And towards the end I busted out the giant butcher paper to use as a questionnaire. See Sam adding stuff?
Everyone loved it.
So I wore it out.
While C Spot modeled her dope ass original shirt.
Oh and I got a ride to the 2 train? Sweet way to end the night.
