I don't know if you guys have heard about it yet, but me and Bill have a DJ night every Monday now at Motor City. We've been spending long hours in the park brainstorming on how to make it the most fun night ever. Just to give you idea of the kind of stuff we're talking about: Water balloon shots, super soakers with guess what inside, slip and slides (obv.), etc. Come by on Mondays if you're around.
Unfortunately, the stress of putting on this weekly event has really gotten to Bill's shoe. It's been chain smoking constantly, and has developed a cancerous hole right in it's very sole.
Gangsters are all over the east village these days...
but luckily...
The love patrol is hard at work.
Patrick has been away, so I'll guest edit a little TF report here. The dog run is the new TF.
I went over to Ryan's last night to pick up a copy of the new book he made of the photos from our road trip last summer. I had barely seen any of his photos from the trip, and looking at the book made me remember all those weird little things that you forget, like going to the supermarket with Jake, or how windy it was that one day or whatever.
A cheery coffee mug.
I like this thing. Ryan got this table, and it's wrapped in plastic with a photo of the table under the plastic. Why would you need a photo of it if you have the real thing right there in front of you?
Interns hard at work, cooking and cleaning!
Inspiration board.
Big Brother relic.
