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Fatty,
Grant, Colin and myself were kickin' it over at Don Hill's on Saturday
night when we got a call from Sarah Dolgen. Her parents were in town
from CA and we went over to Lotus (yep, she was chilling with her parents
at Lotus!) to meet up!
The Fatty,
Grant and Colin already pretty drunk at Don Hill's.
Look! It's John Tesch! Nah, actually that's just Sarah's parents' friend,
Rex. From left to right: Rex, Mama Dolgen, Sarah, Steve and Papa Dolgen.
Grant and Mrs. D.
Sarah D & Brian B.
That's right, I'm not afraid to do the infamous "invisible weiner
dance" (mad props to Greg Whitkin) in front of other people's
parents.
*Smooch*
Somewhere around this time I noticed that beyond drinking a drink bigger
than him, Grant was also smoking...
...er, sort of. Upon closer examination I realized that he while he
was holding a cigarette and even putting it in his mouth and
puffing purposely, he wasn't inhaling any of the smoke. When I teased
him, he goes "I've never smoked a cigarette in my life."
Me: "Oh, really? Why don't you try inhaling?" Grant,
drunkenly: "Ok!"
Me: "BWA-HAHAHAHA!" Grant: "*cough, sputter,
cough, cough*"
Grant was sweating this chick for awhile, so after he finished his ridicu-normous-sized
drink he mustered up enough liquid courage to go up and start dancing
with her.
Turns out, the chica was totally diggin his shizzit and started cutting
some serious rug with him.
What's better than their opposite "black 'n' white" outfits?
They look like they came out of a skit from "Laugh In."
You know, life's funny: One minute you're riding high at a fancy-smancy
club in the West Village and dancing with a hot chick. And then just
10 minutes later...
...you're crosstown on the Bowery splattering your own shoes with vomit.
But Frank said it best: "That's life." You just gotta pick
yourself up and get back in the race.
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