farewell, tony

When I first started working at Wolf, I was at first completely intimidated by Tony, but once he told me this long story about him and his guy friends going to the midnight book party for Harry Potter, I knew it would be a friendship for the ages. In a couple of days, Boston is claiming him for it's own, and I'm not sure how I'm handling it. We went out the other day, and today was his last day at work (spoiler alert: nothing got done today). I'd say he's probably one of the better friends I've made here in Chicago, and I'll miss him greatly. Goodbye, Tony!

This is where Mike spent a lot of the night. I commented when he put in $5 in the jukebox, "Five bucks? You want to play 18 songs?" His response: "You're goddamn right I'm going to play 18 songs."

These are Tony's shoes, being held together with gaffing tape. They found their final resting place in the garbage today at 4:31pm.

Lindsey, still hungover from the other night.

Tony is the only person who can make me look good, even when I haven't washed my hair and have been working non-stop for days, and put no effort into my personal appearance and I'm pretty sure I've had strep throat too. But you would never tell in this photo!

"I love hair!"

This is probably how I'll always remember him, with a camera strapped around his shoulder and a cigarette in hand.