Mansuite

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Re: Cabo, Attn: Interested parties

Do not forget about our Cabo planning meeting tonight. Be there or be left out.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Despite a ridiculous amount of effort in transporting close to 400 pounds of snow to the steps of low (it's still there, if you go look--and probably will be until April), Public Safety saw fit to end our fun on the grounds that we might potentially injure small children. At 11pm at night.

They must have thought a whole gang of six-year-olds were simply hiding in the bushes waiting to sprint out and dive under somebody's skis.

Lucky for us, the NYPD actual has real issues to attend to other than squashing fun and as such we were able to construct a jump out of hay bales in Riverside park. I can't say that we've ever had a better Monday night.

Tuesday Brunch with Tom & Jordo

Simple really. Banana berry smoothies; scrambled eggs with cream cheese and parsley; breakfast snausages.

Siii.

Michael entered the living room as we sat down to eat. Envious of our meal, he stormed the kitchen with high hopes of creating his own masterpiece, only to be thwarted by the devastating reality that he alone had failed to evolve past the neanderthal stage of human development.

Monday, March 2, 2009

And the Engineer Said He Couldn't Write:

The following is an excerpt from a Mansuite + Jason email chain meant to organize a team meeting for our trip to Cabo:

WINSTON

Here's a round up of the comments so far, just to keep us all oriented:

Tom, Michael and I will begin out meeting at 7:30 and we will be extremely productive. Shortly after 8, Jason and Jordo will arrive with beers for everyone and we will begin to get wasted, productivity will decline rapidly but we'll still be planning away. Then Tom will leave, trashed, for big band at 9. Jon and Colin might come.

JASON
One more request: we must only drink Imperial, la cerveza de [Cabo, ed.].

COLIN
I get out of class at 8, so like Jordo and Winston, I will join you shortly thereafter.

JON
I will plan on being there at 7 to make some food for all of us beginning to be ready at 7:30. However on my way out of Mudd I will be abducted by aliens. I will wake up in a large tank of liquid somehow still breathing with my lungs. There will be a probe in my [ed]. After seducing the alien empress with my eyes she will let me out of my pickle chamber and make love to me in 1 dimension humans are not able to normally experience (and 2 of the ones we normally are able to experience). She will have 23 snoodiggers and I will enter at least 15 of them. As I go to light up a cigarette afterward she will explode as her blood is made up of volatile hydrocarbons.

Her death will spur an utter hatred for me onboard the ship and immediately the aliens will hyper jump back to earth. Having traveled well past the speed of light for a good minute and a half, when I return the sun will now be a red giant and earth will be orbiting only a few thousand miles from the sun. The oceans will have long ago boiled off and earth is now a crusty dry hot rock. I will look for you guys but I will be approximately 12.3 million years late for our meeting.

So sorry guys, just save me a beer please. I love imperial.