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| I finally know why Vivian talks about Congee Village all the time. It's great!
We fake celebrated Ben Shababo's not-bithday there tonight. The waitstaff came with a cake and played music over the speakers (half english half chinese happy birthday song) but Ben was in the bathroom so they cut it off halfway through when they realized. A few minutes later when he was out, they came back and did it again. It was truly a not-birthday to remember.
Things are changing drastically next week, but at this point it's impossible to know exactly how. A cab driver laughed hysterically at a story I was telling tonight. Irene moved into a new apartment just below Delancey, we're neighborish! Three of the girls are flying to Budapest tomorrow. And most importantly, I now have cable.
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| NY Cares last weekend was probably the most fun weekend day I've had in a while. We worked at PS2Q Astoria/Jackson Heights. My team painted murals of American landmarks, and me and Viv and Katie worked on the Golden Gate Bridge.
It's a perfect environment to make new friends. I can see why some more calculated friends use it as a dating tool. There is nothing but positive energy going around.
A long ass day of driving to and from the Princeton area for meetings. Driving is so exhausting when you're rusty!
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| My boss is gone for good, and it's time for me to step it up. Honestly, I'm freaked out, but there's really no time for that.
I feel like I'm at the helm of a very expensive ship. The good ship poison ivy treatment.
Does anyone remember the 90s dance song "give it up" by the goodmen? It was the type of song that played on Q102 (philly) or KTU (new york) when we were... I dunno, maybe 11 or 12 years old? It had kind of an Asian/Brazilian beat and the vocals went "give it up, give it up, give it up... girl." Eric, if you happen to read this - I was singing it the other night at R Bar. Wull... I downloaded and it's just as infectious as it was back then. | | |
| Registry.
We got PQ a can opener and a Bloomingdale's gift card for the wedding.
The whole registry concept is fairly painless. You just go into the store and pick something you can pay for. But you don't have to pay for shipping or gift wrap or anything and they send it with a nice card - a card that only allows 3 lines of text:
DON'T EAT TOO
MUCH SOUP OR
BEANS. LOVE,
And then we couldn't put in our names because we ran out of space. And it wouldn't let us delete the rest!! So I took an envelope and wrote in Sharpie: "JOHN LAREE TOM JULIA JAMIE JENN" and then duct-taped it to the can opener box.
HOO HAH.
I can't believe my first/oldest college friend is getting married tomorrow. Does this mean I'm getting old? Should I get a puppy? A puppy and a registry?
John's registry:
 
1) a puggle or a black pug
2) Eukanuba
3) A dog trainer
4) A dog walker
5) A flexi-leash
Thanks.
oh wait
6) A condo | | |
| The new job is all that and more. Rad.
I got a couch! My mom and I drove it into the city from Jersey in a giant painters’ truck. We were met at the entrance to the Holland Tunnel by a police swat team, and then escorted back into Hoboken because trucks apparently aren’t allowed in the tunnel anymore.
But the couch eventually made it here and it is fuckin PLUSH. Come on over and have a martini on my plush couch. | | |
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