Revel In My PS Prowess: Sebby Reproduces.

Sebby owns one of my favorite haunts, the SideBar on Bromfield St. in Boston's Downtown Crossing, and he recently celebrated the birth of his daughter - Molly. Now, I very much enjoy busting Sebby's chops so I decided to whip up a little Photoshop on the subject. And he fucking hated it:



I printed it out about 3 months ago on a color printer at work and brought it down on a Friday night. Sebby was working behind the bar and I slowly started passing the photo around to the regulars who began dying with laughter. "What the fuck is so goddamn funny you jerks?" he demanded repeatedly. I waited until he was distracted and then hung it on the wall near the cash register while we all continued to snicker. After about 10 minutes he finally noticed it, shot me a dirty look and then tore it down.

I figured the photo had served its purpose so I didn't take Sebby's rejection too personally. But when I went down to the SideBar a week later - he asked me to print him out another one! You can see it, now laminated, hanging on the wall behind the bar on the right hand side of the building. Better a late-good-sport than never.

P.S. - Are we still resurrecting wing night? The plan lost steam over the holidays. I may stop in for a lovely plate full of delicious deep-fried dead poultry slathered in vinegary hot-sauce as soon as tomorrow night. The backlash of living with a vegan.