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Memorial Day at Jay’s

To Jay and Steph’s place in Highland Park for a Memorial Day BBQ. We at, we goofed around, we got some sun, we observed the behaviour of babies, which are now appearing everywhere. Oy, we’re old.

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05 2010

Out With The Guys

The rugby team, that is. Made the long, cold journey to the Upper East Side for a night of music and comedy. A team fundraiser/bonding experience. Even after all this time, it’s odd to see the fellas dressed in street clothes. Like when I was a lifeguard, or on the dance ensemble. The phrase “I’m not used to seeing you with clothes on” is thrown around, and yes, it has gotten awkward at times.

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01 2010

New Camera and Dinner with Mike

As a sort of an after-Christmas gift to myself, I fought the crowds and B&H photo and bought myself a new camera. The Canon Digital Elph SD780 IS is the fourth in the Elph series I’ve owned since 2000, and they’ve served me well. This one is smaller than the others. So naturally, I went around and took a bunch of stupid photos of nothing.

And then Mike and I went to Chili’s on the coldest day in a long long time.

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12 2009

Class of 1999, Ten Years Later

An event ten years in the making, here reunited is Columbia High School’s class of 1999.

The event is strange for two reasons: First, I have had the privilege to remain very close with my high school friends. In general, I don’t refer to them as my high school friends, by merely as “my friends”, since I have only a handful of new friends gained in the ten years since. There’s only a few people from college I’m close to, and my grad school chums are scattered across the map. I’ve made a few new pals since working in New York, but generally, these old boys are the ones who stand beside me. And thus I’ve obviously been keeping up with them these many years.

Second, we live in the future. Between Facebook, MySpace, Email, IMs, and Twitter, it’s harder than ever to “lose touch” as it was in years of lore. I know who’s married and who’s single, who has children, who finished college, who visited Japan, who ran a marathon, who got fat, who looks exactly the same. And so seeing them isn’t a great shock. That and we’ve been seeing one another for ten years during those annual mini-reunions during the Thanksgiving holidays.

Still, this was anticipated, and in the end, a fun time was had.

First, to Eddie’s house. Then to Cryan’s. I’ve said that more times than I care to recount.

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11 2009

On The Waterfront

With Mike walking along the Jersey City waterfront. Exploring a bit between the high-rise apartment buildings and landscaped pedestrian areas overlooking Manhattan.

On a clear day you can see for miles.

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The view from Mike’s new condo. Nice.

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10 2009

Jay and Steph’s Wedding, 3/3

We’re still at the reception, but stepped out into the sun for a moment of garden hijinks. Charlie, Pete, and I sat posed for a minute, taking advantage of the setting to capture a cheeky moment.

Back inside for a few more photos. Missed eating the actual cake, I’m afraid.

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08 2009

Jay and Steph’s Wedding, 2/3

After sweating it out in the summer sun, we shuffled our way into The Manor for cocktail hour, during which all manner of goodies were available to us. Never before have I seen a full carving station during a supposed cocktail hour.

And in we go. Dancing, laughing, snapping photos, giving speeches, catching up, gossiping, pretending to be Michael Jackson (just for a second), and stuffing our faces with some truly excellent food.

The photos tell the story, I suppose. Except they can’t illuminate the sporadic nature of the DJ, who changed songs every 35 seconds and spun such wedding classics as “Baby Got Back” and messed up the names of the wedding party at least 3 times, by my count. So aside from that the day was rather smooth.

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Easy, Charlie, don’t take her arm off …

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Can’t see my feet, ’cause they move so fast …

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Let them eat cake …

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Jay and Steph’s Wedding, 1/3

Following a five-year romance, my best friend Jay and his love Stephanie have performed the necessary rituals, and paperwork, to become husband and wife. The ceremony was held at The Manor, is West Orange, providing a scenic old-world backdrop for the occasion. Because the whole affair started at 11:00 am, it seemed more of a breakfast party than anything else, with a welcome reception of coffee and danishes before we took our seats.

Luckily, the wedding ceremony itself was short and tidy, removing most of the flowery religious language and all the sitting and standing that sometimes accompanies ancient rites. Considering it was all held in the August midday sun, perhaps that was a good idea. We all nearly melted, but held it together long enough to se them say “I do.”

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“James, you may now kiss your bride.”

Jay being the first of my really close friends to be married, this was the first time I attended a wedding as a peer, free of family, and also the first time I can recall attending a non-Puerto Rican wedding. Turns out I’m a rubbish Catholic, missing all the cues during the ceremony. Once again, the PRs prove themselves the masters of casual, even among other Catholics.

I suffered through a sort of oddness in anticipation. It sounded strange to me to say the words “Jay is getting married” and to hear him use the word Fiancée, but those feelings quickly wore off and the day felt like any other. And I don’t mind getting all dressed up once in a while, it keeps us slobs honest, because otherwise we’d be wearing OR scrubs or knackered old cargo pants from 1997.

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15

08 2009

Men in Diners

Is there anything so purely and awesomely bizarre as a true old-fashioned diner? You know, the pre-fab 1930s metal blobs that look like art deco spacecrafts with bad 60s formica. Pastel counters and faux-leather booths are standard, as is the colourful staff. Walk through those doors and suddenly you’re in a time warp — welcome to an by-gone era. And sometimes, you’ll find yourself in Greece, but not this time.

On the way home from Atlantic City, Charlie, Pete, and I desired nothing but a hearty breakfast and bitter coffee. We found it.

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None of the staff are pictured here, but I should make a note that just like every diner, there is the one super-hot 19-year-old waitress who you fear will never make it out of that crazy place and in 20, 30, 40 years will become just like the other gals. With that same old haircut and make-up. I always want to grab her by the arm and be like “come with me to New York!”, but of course, I don’t have shit going on here, so unless she feels like doing my laundry, I’m in no position to offer a lifeline. Ok, that was random.

19

07 2009

What happens in Atlantic City …

Apparently, there is a provision of the Bro Code that stipulates how we are forbidden from taking photos during a bachelor party. It’s not without good reason — photographs are evidence, and generally we’d like to keep [incriminating] evidence from our wives (and wives-to-be). But I don’t think Jay, or Stephanie, will mind these shots — a collection of candid moments from our hotel stay, dinner, bar hopping, and the transits in between.

But obviously we humble few aren’t the only ones who agree that photography isn’t a good idea — one of the oddly notable spots we visited required everyone to coat-check his phone and/or camera. So whatever happened in those hours is lost to history.

Oh, and in case you’re wondering, yes, Atlantic City is in fact a shithole. In the absence of gambling, we may have been in Rahway or Camden, or any other less-than-shiny Jersey town.

Highlights of the night include random schmoozing with other bachelor/ette parties, getting really drunk, laughter at one another’s expenses, Bruce Fulda impressions, pointing out the enduring knuckleheadedness of Pete Connolly, slapping those with unfortunate suntans, eating bad Italian food, and the open expression of totally-hetero, manly, brotherly affection.

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A summary of events.

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07 2009