While I was getting "back to basics" with Roma kids in Brasov, Young Manhattanites were having the best week ever!
Carney/Maud, I smell a meet-up. The addition of Dana to YM has tickled everyone from banker boys to lit blog girls. If we accepted advertising, we'd probably be having lunch with Spiers and Vachon right now.
Good luck, goodbye, Bobby Jean. Sac went to Burning Man with his wife and reports: "Hell of a lot of fun and unexpectedly moving. Does that mean I'm a hippie?"
Maybe. Afterwards, he caught Fox's Red Eye for the first time and had another revelation: "Man, I've never seen that show until now. Horrendous. More importantly, Julia Allison's personality trumps her unbelieveable physical hotness. Does that mean I've grown up?"
I dunno, but somehow this unique assembly of miserable people (Red Eye, not Burning Man) manage to make suicide unfunny. Weird, right? That shit usually kills.
I only shit in the kitchen sink now. That's how high up in the company I am. Gage got a promotion at wherever he works. Expect less posting from him.
