Last night we had the distinct pleasure to grab one last big meal with Kate and Steve before they shuffle off to the left coast. During dessert, I figured it was only fitting to take some ultra-flattering photos of Steve, for old time’s sake. Now everyone can see Steve enjoying the Cookie S’creamer in all its glory!
We’re bummed, of course, to see this dynamic duo (who I’ve known since we were all pups) leave us. But we also know that, after twelve years in Queens, it’ll be a fantastic change for them — full of opportunity, sunshine, and hours upon hours of sitting in traffic (which should make Stevie ecstatic, the weirdo).
Just know, West Coasters, that you’re getting our best and brightest here — this is a huge coup for your half of the country. I fully expect you to take good care of them, keep ‘em out of trouble, an return them in the same (or better) condition they were received in.
Oh, and Duck: I’m putting the onus on you to get Stevie into Call of Duty. Just tell him it’s about James Bond. And ply him with beer.
