No Future to Embarrass Us: Babies

So kill me, I missed a day blogging.

Anyways, I was on a good streak there for a bit blogging everyday. I'm going to try to keep it up, its rewarding to know that I'm writing each day.

Anyways, here's a brief lineup of all the usual suspects. We call ourselves the Baby Gang, it sounds tough. Part of the initiation for new members requires that you drink a 40oz (pronounced fo' tea) of breast milk, or that you hold up a group of tourists with a rattle.

Enrique

Enrique is the man (his gang name is Man Baby). He dances like a villain, which is means well. Has impeccable style, and speaks 5 languages including Tagalog. He has a way of wearing a fedora that can't be questioned, and has a thing for expensive scarves.

Mika

Mika is our darling swedish friend. She is also always impeccably well dressed, which is always so beautifully complimented by her most endearing smile. She makes you want to watch films like En Karlekshistoria (aka A Swedish Love Story) and move to Gutenberg.

Annie

Is what we call the Babe of Babies. She's very petite, and likes toques, and she buys them in bulk. In the early evenings, she feeds me like a bird, balancing stuffed olives on teaspoons. Later in the evenings, we skip places and drink copious amounts of wine (well at least I do).

Né

My roomate. If you read my blog, you probably know him too. He does my dishes in exchange for dinner. Works for me. His gang name is "The Big Baby," because he can be.

Natalie

This chick is Hiphy. She hails from the Bay Area, and if she had a velib, she'd be ghost riding it.

Corey

This is Corey, he lives with Enrique. He's good with philosophy, like clone high, and brought three boxes of his mother favorite brand of pre-packaged matzah balls to Paris for cold winter nights. They're delicious, but if anyone asks, its "his mother's recipe," and not from a box.

Me
Yeah, thats me.