Come bear witness as [S.P] greets his late twenties with a mere shrug and frat boy “Sup?”

He think he Big Meech.

Dranks at [redacted], and if we’re feeling extra young and festive, carryover to [redacted].

Keeping it classy, but low-key.

J.G., inviting me to a friend’s birthday. 

I seriously get the best emails.

If you’re happily employed but somehow emotionally distant from the people you work with day in and day out, we can relate! Get off the grind and come have a drink with us, or several (provided you’re using public transportation). All are welcome. You heard that right. Everyone. We’re friendly but we lack discretion (not unlike the people who hired us in the first place) but we’re smart enough to spot a good idea when we see one, and this is it!

Happy hour email I received today from co-workers

From an email sent by J.G.: Since we’ve all vowed to basically kick 2012 in the face, here are some pictures to that effect. Post where necessary. Posting where necessary.

From an email sent by J.G.:

Since we’ve all vowed to basically kick 2012 in the face, here are some pictures to that effect. Post where necessary.

Posting where necessary.

So if you, too, have Radiohead on your live music bucket list, have yet to accomplish this dream, and can withstand [large venue] on a Wed night, then you need to get at me or #getlikeme cuz tickets go on sale TOMORROW. This has been your public service announcement.

J.G., in an email titled, “The British are coming.”

Previous efforts at lunchbunching came up short, but it’s a new year and a new week and I think we should be laser focused on our Q1 objectives, i.e. lunch on Friday.

S.J., via email with the subject line, “Lunch bunch redux: The Luncheoning”.

We are the music makers; we are the dreamers of dreams.