Almost as soon as I'd gotten there, Leigh was like "Here you go" and handed me Lukas to me and just walked away to do stuff in the kitchen. LOL. It's really funny to meet a baby person for the first time. You can really feel a sense of what they're like even though they're brand new!
On Wednesday I rode my bike to Union Square to have my first meeting with LeagueApps as a prospective client. (The meeting went great and I ended up helping them with Product & Sales growth for the next 2 years!)
See? It was so unbelievable. This photo looks totally staged with her little paw draped over my shoulder, but this was how she wanted to ride right from the get-go. It was about this time that we realized we'd gotten a weirdo.
As soon as we got her into the warmth of a cab, she stopped with all the strange mewling noises she was making and immediately settled down. We were trying to hold her on our laps, but she kept climbing up and wedging her self between our backs and the seat. It seemed like she really wanted to sit perched up on our shoulders.
She arrived wrapped in a blanket inside a tiny crate. We took her out and she was cold, shivering and making adorable "mewling" noises. We took her out of the crate and she was delighted to be with us immediately. We couldn't get over how cute she was.
After the party, Mike had to go back to Casanova and DJ so I ended up teaming up with Mike's best friend Michael. Michael and I ended up going to some other bar in the neighborhood so that he could...
So after my first month in town (that was mostly spent apartment hunting and then going to bed early because I couldn't find anyone fun to hang out with at night) I finally met my savior: Ladies and Gentleman, Mr. Mike Fucking Doyle. Mike saw on my site that I was moving out to SF and on the first Saturday in October sent me an email tipping me off to a backyard party that was going on later in the evening. I wrote him back and was like "Thanks for the invite, but would you mind meeting up with me and we can go together? I don't know anyone in town and I don't want to be that guy that's standing around at a small party where everyone knows each other and everyone's wondering what he's doing there." Mike agreed and I went over to a bar called Casanova where he was DJing to meet up.
...aw yeah, Meredith Silverman. (While Meredith and I were introduced that night, we actually never spoke until several months later. She's since gone on to become one of my favorite people - and was the first person to come out and visit me at my new place in San Francisco. A trip that inspired her to get her very first digicam and start her very own photo diary!)
Addendum December 28, 2008: I'm working on putting all these old entries into a database and I'd like to point out that this is the very first photo I ever took of my future wife! How crazy is that?
And...this is so exciting...after almost two years of super-nerdy "we're CYBERFRIENDS!" online correspondence...I finally managed to meet up with (the smoking hot...hooo-ah!) Emilie Elizabeth.
On Thursday night Grant called me from LA to tell me that his buddy Clayton Cubitt (aka "Siege" a photographer who work Grant and I both love whom Grant had met while writing a piece about him for Nerve) was going to Marc Baptiste's photo opening near my apartment and that I should meet up with him. I got set up on my very first grown-up "play date."
And then on the way out, this guy (Bryan Carlin) came up to me because he reads this site and recognized me! We actually since become friends (and I even hired him to do a freelance coding project for the new company I'm working for!). Strangers really are just friends that you haven't met. (Except for some of them, they're just assholes you haven't met yet).
So check this - I'm at Piano's on Monday night. It's like 3am. I walk past this super cute girl on the dancefloor while looking for one of my friends. Two minutes later, as I'm trying to squeeze back through the crowd , the girl on the left in the pic above (later I find out her name is Lauren) shoves her friend (the cute girl, whose name I later find out is Tara) into me. Tara, who's now leaning back on my chest, turns around and looks at me and says "hi." Lauren starts cracking up. So I say to Lauren:
"So is that your smooth way of introducing us?" Lauren: "No, it's my not-so-smooth way of getting you two to MAKEOUT!!" Me: "Holy shit, huh?" Lauren: "Here's the deal: I'm a big lesbian and this is my roommate. I kissed her and she's the worst kisser ever. She says it's because she was drunk, but I don't believe her and I refuse to kiss her again. So now you have to kiss her and tell me if she's a bad kisser." Me (in disbelief, pointing to Tara): "You want me to kiss, um, her?" Lauren: "Yes." Me: (looks at Tara). Tara: (Smiles, nods and points to her mouth).
So, I smooched her. Add it to the list of "Top Ten Best Random Things Ever to Happen To Me in NYC."
As Lauren and Tara were leaving, I was like "Wait, I have to get a picture of you!" (Ok, it was only an excuse to smooch her again, but hey, at least I can admit that). So later on in the night, Gibby gave me Lauren's email address, I sent the above three pics to Lauren and said "I don't know if you remember this, but I made out with your roommate." and it led to Tara and I dating.
Grant, Frank and Nina. Frank took one of those "fake butt" things, cut out eye holes, glued wig-hair all over it, attached a strap-on dildo, and transformed his entire head into a giant cockn'balls. I'm not really sure what the Star Trek shirt had to do with anything...