Our 8th annual Chinese New Year bash was wooly and wild. Thanks to all that flocked to our studio to partake. This year we finally managed to find the right balance of General Tsao’s chicken to Dragon Punch and didn’t run out of the latter and have to give out the former on the street at 4am.
There was a stampede of fun at our annual Chinese New Year party. Q&A rang in the wood horse with tables full of Chinese take out, Dragon Bite Punch and our customary photo booth. This year marked our sixth CNY party celebrating clients, vendors and friends.
For those of you born in 1954, 1966 or 1978, you share this year with:
Genghis Khan; German Chancellor Angela Merkel; French President Francois Hollande; Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and British Prime Minister David Cameron.
According to Feng Shui practitioner, Lai Hon-fai, the year will be favorable for women and the places they govern. Noted Q&A Principal, Wendy Quesinberry, “The year of the horse sounds awesome.”…
German 152mm gun emplacement battery defending Omaha Beach- Longues-sur-Mer, Normandy, France. Photo taken May 2012.
No more General Tsao’s Chicken, please! Other than me OD’ing on Chow Mein, the inscrutable General’s chicken, and Dragon Punch (thanks goes to Charina Pitzel for the recipe: 1 part Bacardi Dragon Berry Rum, 2 parts ginger ale, 1 part unsweetened cranberry juice, add lime wedges) our party was a hit. Thanks to everybody who came. It was great fun.
Below the fold is the gallery of our portrait shots (thanks to Mike Anitas at Vine Studios). We totally expect to see these in the party-poop section in the back of Details magazine.
When I was a kid in the 70s in Melbourne, Florida, there was a house where the owners painted huge murals of 19th century nautical scenes. The entire house was the painter’s canvas. I cherished the times we drove by that house. I thought it was beautiful. And you never knew when it would get repainted into a new battle scene.
I remember hearing that the neighbors hated it and people complained. And then one day we drove by and it was all white with green shutters. I don’t know if the owners moved away or were pressured to conform.
As anybody who is a Facebook friend of ours will know Wendy and I spend an unnatural amount of time at a Capitol Hill café called the Joe Bar. It’s around the corner from our house. While staggering distance to home is always important for a good hangout, that’s not why we go there — two, three times a day. (Foursquare still reports that neither Wendy or I are Mayor of Joe Bar. Which is statistically impossible. Except the Joe Bar inspires loyalty like no other café in town.) Across the street from the Harvard Exit movie theater in the landmark Loveless building, the Joe Bar has evolved into a crucial neighborhood nexus.
