the new beastie boys album cover.


scariest bottle opener.


andrew had his third annual scavenger hunt birthday party. this body shot attempt may not have counted, but our limerick sure the hell did.


here's truman, an 85-pound golden retriever that i sometimes watch. he was our team mvp, and he's certainly our pet of the week.


as seen in previous posts, nate launched his imfromdriftwood.com site, so we decided to throw a surprise party for him.


thanks everybody for helping to get the party together. nate wouldn't have been more surprised if he had woken up in the morning with his head sewn to the carpet.


pat was on a national tour for several weeks with the flatlanders, and last month they played a gig at bb king's. he's got some great stories about being on a bus every day with six other guys, and he says they've all bonded and become really close.


stallions and pussies.


c'mon, mason. have a heart.


check out the pipes.


the new 'hang-me elmo' toy.


aw, look how cute! that condom wrapper has a heart on it.


learn drunk.

Labels: clown joke, driftwood, my week, oneskin twoskin threeskin lambskin, truman

i'm going to try and get back on my regular schedule of 'my week' mondays, and before osman floods us with sxsw stories and photos, i'm gonna slip in a posting real quick. i had some leftover yen in my pocket from my last trip to mccarren park, so on wednesday i went down to the financial district to exchange it. this is the church just east of ground zero. in the background is one liberty street plaza, the building that i worked in cleaning computers in the months following 9-11. and that's another story altogether.


what are 'alcohol drugs'? and how are they destroying my life? follow jesus? read the bible? um...according to the bible, jesus miraculously made alcohol out of water. so aren't you sending mixed signals, pal? get your shit out of my face. i've got yen to exchange for american dollars. which i'm going to spend on more alcohol drugs. oh god, my life....


damien had a birthday on wednesday night, and since everyone skipped town for sxsw, no one showed up. :(


well, rafi showed up. and nate. and me. but sans pans. geezus. i thought i swore to myself (you all) that i (you all) would never see me in my underwear on this blog again. man. the things i wouldn't do for a laugh (free drink).


ooooooh, i see. well that explains all the hasids. jerusalem is the new williamsburg.


open caption contest:


see, jacquie and elisa? sherrod DOES exist. and on saturday, he showed up to damien's birthday party...at sugarland. hmm, i'm not helping my cause.


this guy needs to cheer up.


yesterday i was down under the manhattan bridge overpass.


and with stickers like this floating around, i don't know that i would take my kid to any dumbo playgrounds...


whatever, i'm sure all the riff-raff are behind bars...

Labels: alcohol drugs, church, hottt, jerusalem, my week, nate you're on fire, sugarland, undies

it's been a while, but 'my week' is back by popular demand. and better than ever! jac had a b-day party.


and hers was magical. it had dead rubber chickens, and rainbows!!1


someone stole our thunder at 'pulled pork' last month.


it snowed.


shiny happy drunk tattoos.


secondsies friday art crawl in williamsburg. the critics were out in full force.


valentine's day rolled around, and ET found love.


lots of drag queens at sugarland.


only faile gets away with desecrating my beloved lou reed.


liz also had a birthday. here's her highness at b-day din din. happy birthday, liz!


guess we better get out while we can...


broadway and houston. don't you wanna climb these things?


not quite the sex bench, but c'mon, spring. we're ready.


all your space invaders are belong to us.


walking across the williamsburg bridge, i ran into puerto rico's version of hell's angels.


this is for all you kids that are going to sxsw. enjoy the week. and may you have only a few sit downs, but never a lie down.

Labels: ET, jac o birthday, lie down, lou reed, my week, pulled pork

first post of '09. the kaiser-kennedi's hosted a new year's eve cocktail party, and i know there are some that were pretty crabby about seeing '08 come to a close.


um, the holidays are over.


it's been a brutal winter so far. four coats should do the trick.


this is grimm in his backyard. he likes to fetch his chew toy (painted like a globe), eating ice, and hurdling fences. he's a german-shepherd mix, and he's oh-nine's first pet of the week.


rafi shows how he ain't gonna blend in with the crowd at sugarland. speaking of sugarland, that place has become our most frequented weekend hangout in williamsburg (except for drunch stadium). hard to say why. it could be the crowded thursdays through saturdays, the proximity to our respective apartments, the not-too-annoyingly-gay music, the decent number of cute straight girls...


or this.


i think this is a more appropriate name for a gay club. and there's already a creepy old man staring.


YOU love me.


ah yes, the uh-nnihilaters (thanks, osman), being perfect hosts to a wii bowling party.


in order to avoid pulling a muscle while wii bowling, it's important to properly stretch first. the 'wii baggers' demonstrate.


perfect form.


another inauguration day for the US, which means another birthday for pat manske. happy birt'day, pappa paytrick! cute kid you got there.

Labels: grimm, my week, sugarland, wii baggers, winter