Steve, Vintage, SoHo, Manhattan
At 5:00 the whistle blew and we bounded out of the office for a wine tasting at Vintage. After about 31 hours without sleep, Steve stared wearily at some goat cheese he refused to eat.
Mark & Wendy, Vintage, SoHo, Manhattan
In an attempt to identify all of the animals that Mark would like to have brutally slaughtered for his dinner, Steve “baaaah”ed and “mooooooo”ed and Wendy made fishy-faces. The wine is obviously kicking in.
Rachelle & Ted, Vintage, SoHo, Manhattan
Steve went home, Mark went back to work (after purchasing an iPod.. bastard!) and Ted, Wendy, and I headed over to Shade for more wine and some crepes. We were able to convince Ted, who hadn’t slept in about 40 hours and had a bottle of wine in him, to let us meet his 21-pound cat, George. He’s a sweetheart. The cat, I mean. heh.