October 28, 2001

Ross Martin Moves

My good friend and fellow Nerve co-worker Ross Martin (and his wife, Jordana) decided (in the face of anthrax) to pack it all up and leave Manhattan for the (relative) saftey of Bronxville, NY. Being the good friends that we are, Grant, Jock and myself agreed to donate our Sunday to helping pack up all his stuff and move him "upstate." Grant and I showed up in the wake of Connor's birthday party and we were running on less than 2 hours of sleep. (or at least I was. Considering that Grant left Connor's party at the embarrassingly-early time of 1am, I'm pretty sure he got a full night's sleep...)

grant, jock agorastos, ross m — From Left: Jock, some friend of Jordana's who loaded the truck "all wrong", Ross, Grant and Sameen.

grant, ross m — There was this errant piece of wood that we leaned against the truck and in typical "I'm a British Idiot" fashion, Grant started talking smack about how it would be totally easy to run up it into the truck. Well, it quickly escalated into a dare and Grant (after 10 minutes of praying to the English god of Pussydom) slowly worked up the nerve to give the stunt a shot. (Check out Ross screaming in the background).

I ran over to them and kept trying to flatter one of the drunk ladies into letting me take her picture. I kept telling her "C'mon, it'll be so pretty." This photo is the result of me chasing her around and trying to get her in the frame. (Note my eye on the left). She was dying to dig into her freshly bought 16oz Bud Pounder (with a straw, no less. ROCK!)