A few weeks back at my company’s holiday party, I won a one-night stay at a hotel near Union Square.  I have no use for a hotel.  I live twenty miles outside the city, and when I do get involved in gang fights or pass out in alleyways, I can always just stumble to my brother’s place and crash there.  So I upgraded to a one-bedroom suite with a view…

...and set up an Ipod with a playlist featuring everything from Spoon to Aqua, guaranteed to make even the most jaded, cynical listener perk up and say “Boy howdy!  Your taste in music sucks.”

Then I added some friends and drinks.

At the party, my friend Sacha (on the right) said that I never post photos to this site.  I think we can all see the truth of her words.

Drinking in a hotel room for hours is fun but entirely juvenile…

...so the next day I resolved to spend some time with the greatest mind in the city.

But all she wanted to do was drink, too.