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Jay’s 28th Birthday Wings

Following what is fast becoming an annual tradition, (’08, ’07, ’06) we schlepped it to New Brunswick to partake in the annual eating of wings to commemorate the anniversary of Jay’s (and Marco’s and Bryan’s) birth. Hugged old friends. Stuffed my face. An early night. Perhaps we’re all getting old.

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06 2009

Pete behind the Bar

Peter at LITM

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06 2009

Old Friends/New Friends in LIC

After a long day of rugby, and wandering around Yonkers trying to find our way home, I headed to that strange land called Queens, where streets, avenues, places, and blvds, all compete for the same numbers.

Invited by Melanie, one of my new favourite people, Charlie, Francine, and I schlepped it out to Long Island City, taking the requisite detour from missed exits and generally bad navigation in the industrial heartland of that borough. Met some new people, re-met some existing people, snacked, talked, laughed, had a good time.

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I need to start taking more pictures again.

By the way, this is what we were laughing at.

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16

05 2009

Dinner and Karaoke for my 28th

Once a year, I can harang my old friends into venturing east of the Hudson for an evening out in New York. This year, we headed to dinner at Havana NY before descending on Chorus for Karaoke shenanigans. Good clean fun.

The occasion was my 28th birthday, which technically doesn’t pass until Wednesday the 6th. We missed an organised shindig last year, so it was double-pleasant to see the old gang on my birthday. Thanks for coming out.

This was also the first time that I used Facebook to organise the event. I received something like 18 “maybe” replies, as well as 4 or 5 “yes” replies from people who didn’t show. So in the end I could have just made individual phone calls to all the people I would have expected to come. Shows you who your true friends are, I suppose. Next year, maybe I’ll use Mixergy.com or some other invitation service.

Many photos and videos, so make sure you check out the whole post.

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05 2009

Batman is an Orphan

Today I was invited by my design buddy Jessi Arrington to head out to Touro College in Brooklyn and chat with some design students about the industry. Being ever the fiery designer, I tried to ignite some passion by introducing some of the hot debates in our field at the moment. Dunno how well I did because only one student tried to engage me after the talk, and I think only a single other emailed me.

Here’s a few photos Jessi took. Maybe one day I’ll post my presentation and try to clean up the audio and maybe even match the two.

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03 2009

Super Bowl 2009

In what seems to be a semi-annual tradition, we found ourselves once again at Jay and Marco and Jeff’s place in New Brunswick eating wings and watching a massive tv. This time, the Super Bowl was on.

Boo hiss to all the ads that are set in an office. At least 7 by my count.

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01

02 2009

Exhale.

Mission Accomplished

After two years of official and unofficial campaigning, we awake this morning to an America that looks forward to it’s first black President. More than that, we look forward to the change and progress so desperately needed after four years of … well, tyranny, under Bush 43.

I feel as though a huge burden is finally lifted from my shoulders. The weight of the world now falls on Obama, although he’s got a lot of supporters to share the load. With wide-eyed optimism we face the future. The spectre of the past 8 years is all but exorcised. We have a renewed sense of pride.

America is back. And I am, at least for a little while, at peace.

Photos from my voting experience, and the post-announcement celebration at the Cotler house. Charlie was in attendance, as was Johanna and my parents, and many other parents of classmates and other from my +1 generation.

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11 2008

Wings 2008

For the third straight year we assembled at Jay’s place for Wingsfest or The Wings of Love or whatever he’s calling it. It was fun. Food, and then Rock Band. Nothing brings friends together like video games, music, and the necessary alcohol required to go crazy singing “My Sharona.”

I wish I saw more of my old friends, those Jersey-dwelling scoundrels. Although, as years go by it does become increasingly lonely as a sole bachelor in the room. I mean, since when do girlfriends eat wings anyway? I think you’re just rubbing it in.

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previously, 2007, 2006

Good Company, Terrible Sweaters

Now that I live in Brooklyn, I don’t get the chance to see my old friends as much as I’d like. Luckily, we have a new fixture on the social calendar. Scott Richardson, once again, hosted the annual Cheesy Holiday Sweater Party at his place.

All the old lot was there, so I thought why not bust out the camera. These days I am more reluctant to take pictures of us simply standing around holding cups. Then again, this is what parties become after a certain age, no?

By the way, Chris Pax, major faux paz for wearing the same thing two years in a row.

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12 2007

Black Wednesday

That’s what I call the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving when a serious share of Columbia High School alumni crowd into that basement-bar called Cryan’s. I go, clearly, because my friends go. It’s that whole mutually-assured awkwardness that we’ve come to cherish.

Priorly, we were at Ed’s house, catching up, chewing the fat, shooting the shit, playing beer pong, and snacking. Why didn’t we just continue doing that?

Over the years, I’ve missed a few Black Wednesdays, but I do have evidence from last year, and 2002, at least.

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11 2007