So kids, this is how Modernist Society went down, as far as I remember:
1. We got there at 8 on the dot.
(maybe even a dot earlier, because, always remember, there is no shame in the showing up on time game. Especially if the showing up on time involves complimentary gin)
2. The Wonkette kids were already there, eating dinner, and staking out territory.
3. By 9, we all had multiple Hendrick's gimlets and tonics and Fritz was in full swing, pen, paper, Wash Post badge and all.
4. Trace Crutchfield was running a little late (and by a little we mean 3 hours approx) but no one seemed to mind since the music was awesome, the drinks were flowing and everyone from Ian Svenonius to every DJ in the city to Jonathan the FireEater was there. And I am pretty sure there were some art porn videos being played in the background. Classy smut makes EVERYTHING better! Don't even try to deny it.
5. And when Trace did show up, the conversation flew smoothly and sharply, as expected, covering everything from Imelda Marcos to lambskin condoms to being shot vs. being stabbed (everyone has their side of the story) and even the audience was game enough to well, play along.
6. Things then took a decidedly hazy turn for yours truly (but I apparently surely did pose for approx. 5,000 photos so who cares if I remember any of them?) but I'd say they're off to a bang-up new start.
(kudos to Jason and Daryle and Neil for putting it all together)
It was Joel's Birthday and yet, he still worked harder than any of us.
rejoice.
the boys and girls:::
the ian:::
the trace crutchfield hand shaking committee::::
the press:::: (aka joel loves taking photos of liz gorman taking photos-bless their souls)
God loves a cheerful giver.
Nice pics!
See you at the next Modernist Society!
and Happy Birthday, Joel!
it was a very good night, indeed. Next month: more drinks, more fun, more music, more punctuality.
I swear I was there, but I didn't show up in any pictures:( Was it the denim shorts?
Looks like a meeting of the Young Republican Society.
Oh, I went to that Lawyers who Rock thing at the Cat last night. Did you know "attorney" was actually a smell? As in the entire place smelled like lawyers. I didn't go there to see any of the bands, I just went there because the liquor flows like water.
I walked around a lot talking really loudly about how much it sucked that the Cat was hosting this event and how I graduated from Columbia Law but never bothered with the bar exam because I decided to start a construction business instead and was bringing in $4.7 million (at least last year, the year before was $6.2 million). I made sure I said it really loudly around the most starched attendees with the most faked boobied hangers on.
So yeah, it sucked the sweat off a boil on Cheney's ass. Remind me to never do it again. It was one of those pictures that will be forever ambrotyped in my brain like that time when I was about 12 and was playing Foxes and Hounds with the neighbors and was hiding in the bushes in front of the house and saw my mom giving my step-dad a hummer. Fuck.
Yeah, I always hated it when my step dad got a hummer from my mom. What with high gas prices and the terrible choice of colors. I mean, does anyone really like that bumble-bee yellow color? Although the generation-1 hummers were pretty cool. Except for the one that Arnold had stenciled with T-2 on the side.
Jeff, no one wants to hear about your mom giving your step dad a hummer, its a private thing between him and her and I think it's a little gross that you would even talk about it in a public forum.
I almost remember that evening.