i just found this picture from a surprise birthday party that we threw at our venue in the heights rockefeller building for my business partner joanie rosenthal. pictured at left, from the left, we have mason, our youngest helper who also happens to be a computer super-genius and has great hair, pete the gypsy who was trying desparately to grow some facial hair when this photo was taken, and patrick, step-son of the rock hall's ceo, amateur magician, and aspiring drummer. pat, who has since moved to maine, is really the focus of this shot to me, because it catches him checking out the wet spot on pete's jeans. somehow, whenever the kitchen staff goes out together, one of us ultimately ends up dumping a drink on ourselves or someone else. here it's pete. the best example was at this year's annual kitchen christmas party when i accidentally dumped a full crown and coke on jason's crotch. being december, it wasn't really warm enough to dry out either, so he spent the whole night with a "not pee-->" sign tacked to his jeans. awesome!
