Recently-departed US Weekly staffer Gabriel Snyder and I reminiscing about the old days hanging out at Slide after closing Marion's and being too lazy to walk more than 5 feet to the next bar. Discussing Gabriel's new job at Variety, the requisite move to Hollywood, and me wondering how long before Gabriel realizes that he's in Hollywood and comes screaming back to New York.
*ahem* Hello … [tap tap] … is this thing on? [feedback squeal] Testing … testing …
Hi. How are y'all doing tonight?
So how about those pilots who flew by the airport today? You know, I don’t think they … Oh wait, sorry. Hang on:
Why Those Pilots Flew Past the Airport Today
By MisterHippity
Ok, so … I don’t think they really fell asleep. I think they were just looking for a river to land on, so they could get some of hot hero-groupie action, like Captain Sully! You know what I mean?
Or maybe they were just fucking the flight attendants. Hey … why do you think they call it the cockpit, anyway?
Actually, though … I think they really probably just fell asleep.
So anyway … I really appreciate the opportunity to do this. You guys have been a great audience.
If anyone’s interested, I’m available every night because I’m an insomniac and I don’t have a day job. So just let me know. #gabrielsnyder
"... and me wondering how long before Gabriel realizes that he's in Hollywood and comes screaming back to New York."
How long? About five and a half years, apparently.
Welcome back, Gabe.
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