i was thinking that if i got to work extra early, extra chipper, the universe's late birthday present would be a closed office. no, no, the media waits for no woman.

after-hours celebrity sighting, courtesy of mari as we chomped pierogi in the east village: the y tu mama tambien guy who wasn't tenoch. it was a very good call - i was too busy reading the TRICK OR BORSCHT signage to peoplewatch with diligence.

happy birthday, lauren - i'm not ignoring you! i thought you were in cambodia*!

*the second-best honest excuse ever; the first involves sandra and a research station in antarctica.

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