
I really need to organize my closets...

My friend John is saying goodbye to his Brooklyn Heights apt. (and his truly spectacular rooftop patio) this weekend. Summer just won't be the same.

I witnessed a car accident yesterday. It was underwhelming.
Stratton

Bonfire.

Making new friends.

Fly on the wall.

Jenga can be very serious (and apparently also costly) business.

An intimate moment brought to you by the Alcohol Appreciation Society of Vermont.

Intentions to re-create the dorkiest photo of all time (seen here) were foiled by the absence of silly hats and giant furniture.

Off to Stratton Mountain. Most of us don't ski, but we're quite good at the
apres part.

Mmmm, donut...
FUUUUUUUUCK!

GODDAMN!!! This is what happens when I forget to send in my voting card!
(Clumsy collage courtesy of some dude named 'Ryan'. I'm too mad to look for anything better.)

I'm sick of winter.

I went to visit an old friend while in San Francisco. She hasn't aged a day.
San Fran

When the bars close early you can just stare out the window of your hotel room and find solace in the mini-bar.

Raku basking in the neon glow.

I imagine this is what Little Red Riding Hood looked like when she was too tipsy to visit grandma.

Rux and Mindy, looking mischievous.

Can YOU touch your nose with your tongue? Jo and Geoff will show you how.

Everything looks perfect from far away...

Single White Rachel demonstrates what
real fun looks like.

Dear mom, here you have it: I can clean up nice once in a blue moon.
(Photo: Rachel)

London bridges falling down... (or, obviously, not)

Late nights in London: Lamia and Brandon

Bridges over the East River

Sailor's farewell gaze as he goes to war (well, actually, bowling...).
Beasts and Superbeasts

(Photo taken at 'Becoming Animal' exhibit at MassMOCA this summer.)

(Photo 'borrowed' (since I wasn't allowed to take any) from the site of 'Bodies, The Exhibition' - South Street Seaport, NY.)
New Year's Pics (courtesy of Rachel)

The Fabulous Jo and Kamran.

Maggi eats guitars for breakfast.

Twenty minutes earlier.

Two hours later.

At least I wasn't sleeping on my plate...

If it's not the seat next to the screaming baby it's the one next to the farting man. Or the one in the middle of two people with no armrest manners. Or the one that doesn't lean back. Or the one in the refrigerated portion of the plane. Ooof, not looking forward to flying to California next week...

New Year's Resolution: Eat Better

Curiosity killed the... Bunducken?

And so we all came rushing into a new year.