MRod says: Is the crew ready? Like spaghetti.

Just some party pictures. For regular readers, it’s about par.

While waiting for the subway, we did some jumps. All that’s missing in this fierce jump is the air guitar.

I shoulda looked the other way for the subway.

Ben pensively thinking of his flight in 82 hours to South Africa for the next year. (Hope all is well out there, Ben!)

The most frequent Cyrus expression: “Oh. My. God.”

Check out the hot 3-Dness of my shirt.

Cy, Viv, and me: None of us were on the same page about the “photo face.”

Viv getting her custom Gatorade.

Look at Chris’s lame camera. LOSER.

The after party.

I feel incredibly tardy in posting this, but one of my numero uno supporters (EC) of my blogging alter ego has a fun blog herself.

Go check it out here: http://denimondenim.wordpress.com.

So I’ve been having a lot of John Mayer related conversations around the apartment with my team. The latest is about his inchoate ‘relationship’ with Jessica Simpson. When this story first blipped on my radar a while back, I was extremely skeptical. It appears that this non matrimonial union between a sensitive mainstream-indie crooner and ditz-extraordinaire is actually a bonafide situation.

Like most celebrity couples, I’m sure this will all end up badly…but that’s okay because these two are artists and will no doubt use the ensuing break up as fodder for new material. In the meantime, I eagerly await John Mayer’s ode to Jessica Simpson. The title of this soon to be released song: “Your Body Is The Best Wonderland. Ever. Especially Around The Nipplage Area.”

Don’t try to swiftboat Obama with this madrassa bullshit, because he’s going to call you out on it.   And by you, I mean the Right Wing “press.”

SNOWBOARDING!

I don’t know if you can tell by these pictures, but C Low and I (and other co.) are effing STOKED to hit the slopes.

Yea, the neighbors downstairs were totally thrilled with us jumping around in our boots.

Here’s Diddy eyeing Jessica Biel’s ratatattat’s.  Based on this photo, I guess it’s apropos that Diddy has double D’s in his name.   Can’t blame him though, she does look quite stuntastic.

These two NYPD police officers who fell in love after their valorous efforts on 9/11 got married recently.

Judith Hernandez and Mr. Castro are New York City police officers and, as onetime partners in the department’s housing bureau, they made heroic rescues during the 9/11 attacks.

The searing memory of that day — how they cheated death together, the lives they saved together, and those they could not save — pulled them steadily closer afterward, as did the year of 16-hour days they spent together sifting through the ruins at ground zero. It finally persuaded them to end their police partnership and become partners in marriage.

As great a story as this is, I doubt we’ll see it on an episode of Law and Order any time soon.

My new roommate Chris “Cee-Low,” in the past couple months has introduced me to a lot of new music, mainly of the whiny, ‘my heart’s been ripped in two’ sort.  And by introduce, I mean force down the proverbial throat.  It’s alright though, because its allowed me to find that John Mayer in me that I never knew existed.

Anyway, if you want to get in touch with your sensitive side and even maybe cry just a little, you should all download (legally, natch) Rachel Yamagata’s “Worn Me Down”–not the radio version, but the more depressing take.

I don’t think I would ever find myself using the words ‘bad ass’ and ‘Phil Collins’ in the same sentence, but then again I never thought I’d ever see [censored]. Check out this scene from the pilot episode of Miami Vice that proves once and for all that convertibles, blazers (cuffs rolled up natch) and Phil Collins do indeed go together like Bacardi and Cola.

“When I said this is the year of [insert friend's last name], I meant the year of lower standards.”