...I found myself in some of the more choice Quinn wardrobe freebies. Oh, you know. Just lounging in a mesh shirt and faux tiger fur vest, enjoying a seasonal craft IPA. Just another Sunday in Williamsburg!
I can't imagine that any of us would've enjoyed her reading nearly as much had she kept her regular shoes on. (I love this photo SO MUCH!) Haha. Thanks for inviting us, Sarah!
This photo makes me LOL every time I look at it. Sarah looks like she's preaching and that girl in the background is doing her best to politely wait out the offer of a shared microphone. Hahah.
Here's our totally ghetto-ass booth all set up the next morning at the conference. We ended up taking the "Fucked Company" banner down because we were worried that people might think that we were saying that we were a fucked company because the airline lost our banner - instead of realizing that AdBrite's founder had started a website called FuckedCompany. Da-da-disaster! Instead of trying to explain how we were feeling, how about I just show a close-up of Philip's expression?
Somwhere along the line, Jonas said it was his birthday wish to take shirtless photos with me. Timmy took my camera, and Jonas got my shirt off faster than a fatgirl can unwrap a Twix. Here's me trying to hide my giant boner by acting uncomfortable.
On Monday evening I met up with Liz and Frank for some East 6th Street Indian food action. Frank's not in any of the pictures because I was too busy taking pictures of our waiter falling in love with Liz. He kept bringing more and more random shit out to our table just so he'd have an excuse to flirt (/molest) Liz. (Check him out trying to use his lil' moustache to tickle her ear. Smoooooove.)
Having failed to properly woo Chiara, Ed bought the entire bar three more rounds of shots (I'm not kidding, he really did) and then tried his schtick all over again on Leila.
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