kissing away summer

my neck should be thrashed by the whiplash attack that time has assaulted me with. i've been rolling along happily, lazily, for three months and suddenly i am yanked to a halt. and my head is twisted back even as my body wants to stay its frolicking foray of freedom.

and i can't believe my summer is coming to a close and that the wheel and gears are starting up again. the torment of time.

in an attempt to slow the machinery, and as a toast to the death of our mostly happy rest, the graphics peeps (sans "silent kid") and i went out to the cat and the fiddle for some good old-fashioned boozing. or rather, we had a few beers. it was supposed to be a night of sloppy singing and comedic crooning but one by one our other revelers dropped from our ranks, and so we were left with nothing else to do but drink the sorrow away.

we ran into "stale cookie," a former C1 employee who worked in my department when i started. and i was surprised that he didn't try to cover and hide or shy away with shifty eyes. he was actually very pleasant and hung out with us for an hour or so shooting the shit. he's gotten so big in the design world that his funny story that he wanted to share involved hanging out with fabrizio from the strokes and being drew barrymore's pictionary partner and then swimming until 5 in the morning. wow.

then we called MPP at his other work to come join us, which he eventually (maybe begrudgingly) did. and at first it was weird cause he seemed annoyed to have gotten dragged into spending more time with coworkers. but that soon faded and we all joked around about the cause for hungry hungry's alleged "rieage," MPP's mixing of various household and office cleaning agents into unsavory cocktails, and mr. o'fox's run-in with the wrong-side-of-the-tracks vermin of NYC.

we even got a little karaoke time in on the way back to work. we were all shouting along to van halen's "hot for teacher."

heh

it was the perfect way to kiss the summer away.