What happens in BOC does not necessarily stay in BOC.

I arrived at work this morning to find this confusing email. After about 45 minutes of re-reading it and half-awake pondering, I can only conclude that it happened while I was weekending in the BOC. I do not follow any of her references, which confirms this fact.


SUBJECT: An Inuit to trade?

Hi Nathan,
I'm afraid we have no photos to share with you and the
boys right now--we're not very proficient with this
new Mac that Nicole bought. We promise to figure it
out soon and send you the pics. Hopefully you guys
have some to share with us?

You guys are hilarious--thanks for introducing us to
"one red paperclip". We should all meet up again soon,
but maybe somewhere a little further from Blackout
City.

Teresa

Things I'd like to know:

What "one red paperclip" is
how one goes about trading an eskimo?
What she is willing/offering to trade for an eskimo?


A small sidenote: I believe our interaction with these ladies arose when Nuedo and I walked over with the pineapple we had stolen from the Pourhouse, I broke a hole in the pineapple in frotn of them with my sharp little fingers, and starting squeezing fresh pineapple juice into their beers, telling them it would enhance the flavor.

TONIGHT



64 Third Avenue
New York, NY 10003
On the corner of 11th Street


Train leaves at 6pm

Saturday Night Singles

This Saturday night, the 23rd, blacking out is going on at Solas, on 9th St. between 2nd and 3rd. You see, there are these two girls, and they're trying to celebrate their birthdays in peace. They expect to black out. Just not the way we black out. My friend is in from DC, and these are all his girlfriend's friends, so I don't know them, and my friend doesn't know them, so we can completely make asses of ourselves....not that some of us have much of a choice. It starts at 11pm. (Hours after our night starts.) I heed you to make the right decision about this Saturday night.

Drunk Dial the City.

All right I just set this up, you can now drunk dial Blackout City. Its like NYC 311 except it will provide NO help. This way we can all remember the messages that you don’t remember leaving.

Half way to la And

Half way to la And B Kicked my ass 50 To 47 at 36000 Feet