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extreme vanity. when drew built this website for me, it included this page of quotes that he gathered from my friends. eventually this will move somewhere else or off the page altogether, but for now i really dig it. if you're wondering where your quote went, don't worry, it'll be back soon.

DREW

 

I love Jenny because she let me convince her to do this...

 

 

FRED

 

“I came for the hair, I STAYED for the personality.”

 

 

KATE

 

“When I think about Jenny I think that she gives the warmest bestest hugs ever.

 

She also one of the smartest & funniest people I know.

 

But the HUGS are a standout.”

 

 

CHRIS

 

“Couple of things/reasons why we should all love Jenny:

 

  Only she can throw a classy gathering with a mannequin dressed in S&M gear... and that is the only party EVER where I was doused with hot wax... (many moons ago, Park Slope apartment)

 

  Only she was smart enough to cut the bottom off of Yamila’s bridesmaid dress and make it into a camisole top suitable for summer... and proceeded to swing at a piņata with it on... (Yamila's birthday 2001 in the park)

 

  Only Jenny knows how to ‘receive’ guests in grand fashion... (birthday 2002, on the couch, holding court)

 

  Only Jenny could get me to adopt the title ‘drink bitch’ whilst sporting spiked punk hair (thanks to Nicole Tucker) and a dog collar... woof...

 

  Only Jenny can put up with Drew and we thank/love her for it... (forever)”

 

 

RACHEL

 

“This is one of my favorite Jen stories:

 

In 1995, we arranged a big joint birthday for Jen/going away for Aurea party at Carson’s house. It was a fancy dress-up party with lots of decorations, snacks, new dresses – the works. Jen ordered a massive fancy chocolate cake from some bakery downtown.

 

When the day finally arrived, it was pouring rain. Jen went to pick up the cake and standing outside in SoHo with a massive cardboard bakery box in the wet weather was making Jen very cranky. As taxi after taxi sped past without stopping, Jen became more and more frusterated.

 

When a cab finally pulled up to the curb she was standing on, there was evidently some confusion as a sweet family of tourists (all four apparently dressed in University of Nebraska sweatt shirts, light blue jeans, white sneakers and fanny packs) believed the cab was pulling over for them, and began to move toward it.

 

Seeing this, Jen was aghast that they could belive that the cab belonged to them. Who did they think they were? They had been merely cowering under an awning holding a feeble finger in the air while she, brave urban soul, had been boldly out on the corner risking wet hair and melted cake.

 

Clutching the cake to her chest with one hand, and the other outstretched in front her, Jen dove past the startled tourists and into the car, just as they were reaching for the door handle. With one hand waving wildly in the air and screaming at the top of her lungs ‘I’m a native New Yorker and that’s MY cab!!!!’, Jen sped off to the Upper West Side, leaving nothing but soggy, open mouthed mid-westerners in her wake.”

 

 

STEVE ELLIS

 

Check out this very cool birthday painting Steve did for me this year...

 

 

NICOLE TUCKER KEITH

 

"I love you."

 

 

RYAN DUNLEAVY

 

The infamous comic strip...

 

 

LORRAINA RACCUIA

 

“The story of when I met Jen:

 

I was walking to the subway in a daze, after my first TSI Happy Hour, and I

realized that a girl who looked familiar, a girl who was introduced as Russ

DeVeau's temp at an earlier meeting, was headed in my direction.  We

started talking and laughed at each other’s sarcastic jokes and talked all

the way from the upper west side to Brooklyn.

 

I just assumed that this Jen Johnson was about 20-years-old, since she was

a temp.  I've later confessed this to her and received many hugs and kisses

and gleeful shrieks of ‘this is why you're my friend, honey!’ since then.”

 

 

CRYSTAL SKILLMAN

 

“SHE’S JENNY

A song for Jenny, the queen of PR, by Crystal Skillman

(Sung as Jenny might suspect to a Rentish rip-off of a tune)

 

She’s Jenny

oh yeah

and you best listen

She’s Jenny

Yeah

no time for sissin’

 

The nicest gal in town’s

also got the right moves down

 

From Upper West

To downtown low

(‘though Brooklyn’s

not too far to go)

 

She’ll make the pitch

Writing tough

You better catch the switch

 

She’ll spin you upside down

that’s enough!

heart’s never lost but found

 

She’s Jenny

oh yeah

and you best listen

She’s Jenny

Yeah

no time for sissin’

 

She’ll tell the truth

write it as a bullet

and you’d better take it good

 

Her radical ideas

sell it all the way

buy it now – you know that you should

 

LIsten up:

make the call

spend the dough

take the job

see the show

buy the product

remember the movie

love the art

give away your booty!

 

It’s time!

It’s time!

 

It’s PR people! 

 

She’s Jenny

oh yeah

and you best listen

She’s Jenny

Yeah

no time for sissin’

 

YEAH!

YEAH!

YEAH!

 

(big brassy finish.  Hold it.)

 

‘Ya Dig?

 

(Final wail.)”

my friends can draw. from top: ryan dunlavey, sally herships, daniel harper, fred harper, ryan again.