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Oh man, this was a dooooooooozy of a Saturday...
It started off with a phone call - I was awoken Saturday morning by
Grant who put out the word to the Fatty and me: Saturday brunch was
to be held downtown...waaaaaaay downtown. That's right y'all...
...it's Chinee Dim Sum brunch at Mandarin Court down in Chinatown.
Here's Grant cutting into a, um, actually, I'm not sure what it is.
Mmmmm...tastes like mystery.
And then you know how once you do something a little unhealthy you're
all like "fuck it?" Well, in that spirit, we decided later
that afternoon to head to Corner
Bistro for 1/2 pound burgers.
Oh, and somewhere along the way we decided that our 1/2 pound burgers
and plates of fries just wouldn't be complete unless we each ordered
a
bowl of chilli too.
Oh man, tell me you didn't just drool on your pants by accident.
Tha Grizza wiff some fries.
Right
before dinner, I'd gotten a surprise call from my friend Sammy (who
I hadn't seen in
almost four years!). Sammy had just
helped his friend Shane move into a new apartment in Hoboken and wanted
me to come out there to meet them as they celebrated Shane's birthday.
I walked 10 blocks, hopped on the PATH
at Christopher Street and headed towards Jersey. Twenty minutes later
we were reunited!
From L to R: Shane the birthday boy, Crazy (yes, that's his name:
Crazy), Sammy and me. After hanging out at this place for a while,
Shane (who w
On the way over to some bar called O'Donohughe's, Crazy made friends
with a homeless Puerto Rican guy and they sang us some songs together
in
Spanish.
(Which
was
extra entertaining because, um, Crazy doesn't speak Spanish)
When we walked into O'Donohughe's, we were assaulted by really crappy
nü-metal music blasting on the jukebox. As we ventured
further into the bar, it turned out that it wasn't a jukebox; oh no!
Instead it was a totally amazing cover band, covering really
crappy nü-metal music. Ladies
and gentleman, I present to you Beneath
the Skin! These guys were really fucking amazing players, they
just kept covering totally shitty music - according to their site:
Puddle of Mudd, Staind, Trapt, Hoobastank...need I go any further?)
Oh, and did I mention that Vito Covino, their lead singer, dresses
like a fucking ninja? Hmmm, now that I think about it, if I've learned
anything from Hollywood, it's that there are two groups of people that
you don't fuck with: Itailians and Ninjas. Considering that the lead
singer of this band is an Italian that dresses like a ninja - I'd like
to take a moment to re-iterate that I thought that the band was totally
fucking amazing and that I just didn't like the music they choose to
cover. Everybody square on that? Ok, moving on...
Let's hear it for aggro cover metal! ARGHGHGH Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! WE'RE
SO ANGRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYY!
ANNNNNNNNNGRRRRRRRRRY!
ANNNNNNNNNGRRRRRRRRRY!
In the pit...FUCKER! I'm ANNNNGGGGRRRRYYYY!
Why is it that every sketch bar in Hoboken has a black, leather "lap
dance" couch tucked away somewhere in the corner? Sammy shows
some pink.
Then he got topless! This was too much - after thrashing about on the
dancefloor, Sam got hot and decided that he was going to take his shirt
off. The bartender came over and was like "You gotta put your shirt
back on." Sam was like "But I'm hot!" and the bartender was all "Ummmm,
sorry you're hot, dude. But you gotta put your shirt back on." Hahaha.
Somewhere
around this time we realized that Shane and the rest of the group (of
about 10 other people) had totally disappeared on us. I think our dancing
embarrassed them and they just plain fucking left us.
With
everyone else gone, it was time to play some Big Buck Hunter II! Wooooo!
Here's Sammy lining 'em up...
...and here's Sammy with the big triple miss.
And bringing such disgrace on his family name, he really had no choice.
And here's me scoring a TRIPLE BUCK BONUS. Aw sit.
I turned around to taunt Sam and was met with this charming sight.
Shortly after that, it was closing time. I bade farewell to Crazy and
Sammy...
...and
headed back to the PATH train.
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