This photo cracks me up. Wade took this (you know. Wade). This is me and Jen. We met in grad school and were roommates for nine – COUNT EM – NINE years. That’s gotta be some kind of record. We didn’t even really know each other all THAT well when we decided to look for a place together. We just knew we liked each other. Cut to … a year later – where CLEARLY we have become not just friends but OBSESSED with each other. This is a private moment between us which makes it even more special. Thank you Wade. : The two of us collapsed in a gigantic beanbag … BED … in the middle of a party, held in a gigantic warehouse space, where a fellow student lived (illegally, when New York was still full of places like this.) You had to take a Freight elevator up. She had to have a PO Box because there was no mailbox and also, you know, she wasn’t supposed to be living there. There may not have even been hot water. But it was MASSIVE. People clustered out on the teetering fire escapes to smoke. Someone threw a Frisbee around. And it didn’t knock anything over because there was so much space. Crazy party. I have no idea what we are talking about here. It doesn’t matter. This is us.
