Alex and Alex

This is going to be a very "visual" post.  I am going to employ the use of "visual aids" whenever it is appropriate, and often times when it is irrelevant.  Now class, let us begin.

Last night was pretty great and also bittersweet because my friend Manel (I spelled his name wrong in the previous post, for all those sticklers out there.  ya caught me!) just going to start over.  My friend Manel.  Last night was his last night in town before he went onwards to Mexico, and so we wanted to hang out.  I invited him to a birthday party that I was invited to by Ali Galieti who was invited by her friend, anonymous b-day girl.  This event occurred at a bar near SoHo, and I originally thought the name of the bar was "Home Sweet Home" but I was wrong, it was called "Libation".  Yikes.

We entered Libation, and what to my wondering eyes did appear... people were actually enjoying libations!  Who knew??  That gives me an idea, I'll open a bar called Beer that only serves coconut milk.  I just want to mess with the system, man...

I'm rambling...  BAM! VISUAL AID!

Ali and I!

I really owe a very fun night to this girl right here, who I have known for pretty much my entire life.  She is incredibly sweet and a lot cooler than the DJ at the bar.  BAM AID!

the man, the myth, Manel.

Alright enough bar talk.  There are kids reading this I am sure.  As you were, children.  Go play with that Play-Doh stuff.  Or silly putty.  Or a caulk gun.

Today was a really interesting day.  I had to go over to the house of the guy who owns the company I'm interning at, because he is out of town and was getting a home theater system installed (projector, speakers, etc).  And they needed somebody to go over and make sure the Ukrainian guys didn't steal anything or eat all of the dill pickles from the fridge.  I'm not being racist, they were indeed Ukrainian, and they were large enough to take my ass and kick it many time.

I've been hanging around foreigners a lot lately and my English is getting worst.

So I was in this unbelievable studio loft, babysitting two mammoth Ukrainian technicians (both named Alex), and waiting for the 5 hours to be quickly over.  For lunch I ate well.  BAM!

After Kronk 1 and Kronk 2 finished their movie theater project, I had just enough time to head to my first on-set shoot.  BAM!  Just kidding, I didn't take any photos there.  But here's a photo of me babysitting my European droogs.

'and the hottest in the office award goes to...

ryaaan the temp!!!'

When I was on set today, nothing much happened.  But the studio is located on this secluded Pier on the western edge of Manhattan, and it is incredibly modern and soo cool inside.  From the outside, you would never guess that there is a professional production studio inside.  Why is my life turning into Zoolander?

clarification:

that's not manhattan, and i'm not on a boat.

i'm on manhattan, and the skyline is on a boat.

After I finished up at the studio, I walked out somewhere in Chelsea, and started exploring.  Then, exploring turned into getting lost.  Then I figured out where I was, and 6 blocks later realized I was going the wrong way.  After all that walking, I figured I'd just walk to the subway and head back to the hostel.  But when I got to the metro station, I was in a nice area, and not quite done exploring.  So I kept walking.  After a while, I thought why not try and walk up to Midtown?  And after that, I thought, why not try walking all the way back to my hostel?  When I had to eat, I ate.  When I had to sleep, and when I had to go, I, I went.

i just started walkin'

All in all, I pretty much walked half of Manhattan, just because.  It's Friday, why not.  I don't know, I enjoyed it.  But my feet feel like overcooked chicken meat.

this is where i went.  consequently this is

the greatest bed i've ever slept on.

neato gang.

central park.  wait mike that's a road!  no, it's a park.

I have nothing more to say, except Merry Christmas and goodnight.