This isn't from New Year's, but it was one of the pics that Katie sent around with the other pics she took of the night and I thought this would be as good a place as any to re-post it.
On Thursday morning, we all hopped in the car to go to Walmart so Meredith could get clean undies (she forgot to pack 'em!) but they were closed for the holiday.
Here's Philip, instilled with a new sense of confidence, in front of our brand new (much more professional looking) banner! Hey, I'll give you one guess where we decided to go after we were done for the day...
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?
The airline also lost Philip's giant "Fucked Company" banner. (He started a site called FuckedCompany.com and people always want to meet him. So we planned on enticing people over with the FC banner and then talking to them about AdBrite). So we decided to also make a banner that said "Fucked Company" and explained that the airline lost our signs.
...the mothefucking Star Trek-themed Quark's Restaurant! Awwww, yeah boy-eeeeeee! Who wants to stay in a hotel that's filled with hot chicks when you could be enjoying a Warp Core Breach with a grown man dressed up as a Klingon! (More on that later, though).
One of us had a tiff of the logo on our laptop so we got it blown up super big and printed out on a giant paper banner. We then hand-painted it. The entire time we laughed about how ghetto it is to show up at an advertising themed conference (you know, where people are supposed to be experts on how to advertise) with a fucking paper, hand-painted banner.
At the office on Thursday the printer we were working with showed us a mock-up of the big company logo banner we'd hired them to create and on the mock-up was a test print out they'd done for another customer. We liked him so much we told them not to cut it and hung it up on our office wall.
I drove Emily to the airport and we laughed about how Rt 80 runs all the way across the country and goes right through Succasunna, NJ, the town that we both grew up in.
After a few drinks, we went around the corner to score some late night eats at this place called Sam Wo which is apparently famous for a waiter that worked there for like 30 years named Edsel Ford Wong who was rude to all the customers. I just Googled
him and found out that he was
famous for saying things like "You want tea? Get it yourself!" Ooooooh!
Caustic! After getting my lo mein on, it was time for....
Ok, not really. The real story is this: Like when Meredith visited, I suggested that before coming out Leigh should put together a list of stuff that she wanted to do and see when in San Francisco. So when Leigh showed up sans list, I was like "Now what are we going to do!" She was like "What did Meredith's list look like?" When I busted out Meredith's super-detailed crazy printed out itinerary, Leigh was in awe. "Did you guys really get to do all this?" "Not even half of it," I replied. "Good," Leigh said tapping the sheet. "Here's our itinerary." First up - Alcatraz!
...even though San Francisco prides itself on supporting the openly gay, they still totally care for their citizens that for whatever reason haven't gone public with their orientation. They even have a whole aisle of specialty products to accommodate them. So progressive!
Driving a little further we saw a turn in off the road that led to a nice little park and took it. Then we got of the car and saw this sign. Fucking mountain lions? Are you kidding me? So let me get this straight, California - you've got a beautiful ocean that too cold to even GO IN and you've got scenic parks where CHAIN MAIL SHIRTS are recommended if you want to toss a frisbee around? W. T. F. ?
This is the only Beaver within a square mile of where Alysha lives. The Castro is like Chelsea in NYC is except more-so. It's like gayness cubed. Or for you mathematically inclined folks out there (Castro = gayness3). Or as Grant put it "Gayer than Nathan lane in a rainbow visor eating a banana while rollerskating." Hahaha.
But when I wandered down for a closer look (hoping I could pick a fight and kick some fucking mime ass) I noticed the tiny writing underneath the logo. Haha.
After the show, Karen and I stopped to marvel (ok, and pose) with this amazing/confusing billboard. Maybe all those Neo-Nazis will finally cut the shit when they realize they're also alienating butch-lesbian Catholic priests with all their hate. (Wait, huh?)
Here's the enormous, creepy stuffed animal perched atop of the traffic signal box on the corner of Houston and Mulberry that I saw while walking up to Bar13 to meet up with...
On the walk home through Soho this sign was taped to the brick wall surrounding the St. Patrick's Old Cathedral cemetary. How funny is it that some old priest dude at the church was smart enough to know that he could immediately dissuade any wanna be urbanite "grafiti artists" from tagging the church's wall by suggesting it's something that a person from Staten Island would do? Hahahah. You know in his original draft, the last line said "Bless Your Respect, Bee-eye-otch!"
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