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FNew Year's! I hate it. My least favorite holiday. For
some reason this night always makes me antsy. I can never stay
in one place.
To start the night off, I headed out solo to Brooklyn to meet
up with Vin and the gang at Chris Rubino's house's party. (Hey,
look at the dork riding the subway all by himself on New Year's.)
Yay, I have friends! I have friends! Clockwise from top left:
Vin, Ken Midore, Dave Grois, me, Audrey and Julia.
Take two! This time with more attitude and less Ken.
Allison and Vin.
Here's Vin getting ready to light what he's betting me $20 will
be his "last cigarette...EVER!" (Update: He managed to make it
for six days before he had to hand over a Mr. Jackson.)
Kum & Go! It's our motto!
Onto the rest of the party! Woo!
Hey, It's this guy! I think his name is Jay, not sure. Anyway,
Jay was at Rosemary's Tavern the infamous night I frenched
a senior citizen and never fails to remind me of it every time
I run into him. Big ups! Big ups!
While all of us were busy reminiscing on the college days...
...goofing off...
...and taking stupid pictures...
Marco was up to his old tricks. "Hi, I am Marco.
Do you like my red shirt? I think you're really beautiful."
"Can I kiss you?"
Amy Quick was at the party! I hadn't seen her since 1997! (Incidentally,
Amy appears in the very
first entry on this site from way back
in 1996. Crazytalk).
So back to us. More goofing off and catching up....
...more stupid pictures. After ten minutes have passed, we look
for Marco again, and WELL! What do you know?
"Hi I'm Marco. Do you like my red shirt? Do you like my hair?
I am sensitive. Hold on, let me brush my hair out of my eyes.
I think you're so beautiful. Can I kiss you?"
Sweet Maria.
This kid's out of control.
"Hi. I'm Brian. Do you like my funny tie? I think you're so beautiful.
Can I put my tounge in your mouth?"
Vin and Allison with Chris Rubino! Thanks for having us Chris! (You
know what? I didn't even get a smooch at midnight! I guess I
should've listened more carefully to Marco's rap instead of
hanging back out of earshot and laughing and taking pictures),
Around 1:30am
I left Chris' party to head back into Manhattan and stop by a
few
parties. Right when I left to head to the L train, this girl
comes running out of the party and starts throwing up. I bust
out my trusty camera to capture the New Year's festivities (hey,
I guess there is ONE thing I like about this holiday...hehehe)
and the girl's wannabe-Tom Cruise boyfriend (or maybe husband?)
tried to get all aggro and stop me. ("Hey Maverick, stop trying
to be a tough guy and go hold your girl's hair back out of her
face.") Priorities!
And here's Maverick's co-pilot Goose. This guy told me I was
an "opportunist." Well, duh! Stop pointing at your
tiny cock and go back to Canada you fucking bearded communist. (No
offense to any lovely Canadians that read this. I love all you.
You know,
as long as
you're not
a communist with a beard).
Waiting for the L train ("All by myself....all by myself...")
C'mon sing it boys. Took the L back into Manhattan to First Ave
and walked down to 8th street to check in on the Fatty's party.
I got there at 2:15am and found that things were already in,
as they say, "full effect." Here's Setty and Frank.
And I found the Fatty in a rare, intoxicated state getting frizzesh
with the ladies.
Fatty and Jen were being all nawdy with each other.
See? I'll bet you know where this is headed...(ps - Jen, you
have a sick onion).
Oh, snap. The Fatty getting his New Year's smooch on.
Add a little Liz to tha mix and the next thing you know...
Bwa-ahahahaha. Drunk people in hammock = Disaster always.
Some people just don't learn.
Frank and Liz caught in a gratuitious ass-cupping.
And then Jen took here shirt off? (I don't even remember what
was going on here. I was too busy praying that my batteries wouldn't
die before things got more interesting).
Seth and Erinne.
Me (complete with gay camo hat?) and Liz.
Oh, lookie what we have here! It's Mr. Frank Picarazzi joining
the "I got brained" club. Kudos to Fatty.
Somehow the conversation turned to fitness which led to Jen boasting
that she was strong enough to pick up and carry a 200+lbs man.
Here she is proving her point with the Fatty.
And then lifted a doubting Frank to doubly prove her point.
Around 3am, with the girls getting more and more out of control, I bid
Fatty and the gang farewell and headed soutwest to Tribecca.
Remember Nina? Of course you do! Anyway, Nina and her boyfriend
Peter were housesitting Duncan Sheik's rad-ass apartment (remember
Duncan Sheik?
Of course you don't! Ha!) in Tribecca and decided
to throw a little New Year's shin dig. (Addendum: Over IM today, KarenPlusOne said to me: "i bet he wrote "barely breathing" about having your nuts
in his face." HAHAHAHA).
By the time I got over there around 3:30ish, the party had pretty much
dwindled down. But I hadn't seen Nina in ages so I hung out for an
hour or so and caught up.
Nina, Peter (who's Duncan Sheik's half brother, hence the apartment
sitting privileges), Josh, and Eireann.
Around 5am, I headed a few blocks north up to Don Hill's to go see
Sarah who was DJing at the Burning
Angel New Year's party. Here's me
with Sarah and Raphael.
People were dancing.
And getting sweaty and shirtess.
But mostly people were pretending they were dancing just so they could
be near the stage where there were girls getting naked.
Mmmmmm....butt.
Sarah does the "fuck me overbite" while the boy with the most asymetrical
haircut I've ever seen half-heartedly pumps his fist.
Sarah and Raphael.
Ladies, you know him, you love him...and if you live in NYC, he's probably
gotten drunk and tried to play grab-ass with you - it's Greg
the Boyfriend! (Yo, besides Sarah's blog, Greg is the only other
person I know whose website I actually read. If you haven't been there,
go now.)
And that's it. That's my New Year's. I danced with Sarah until 6am
and then decided to call it a night and head home. Happy 2004. (Finally!)
Addendum! - So a few days later, I got an email from a guy
named Ray Clepper. Ray is a friend of Roger's (who is Chris' roommate).
Anyway, he knows my site and sent me two pics that he thought I might
like to have on my site.
Here's the first pic he sent. Apparently Roger's girlfriend was kidding
around and kept flashing her panties; so Ray (God Bless 'em) patiently
waited with his camera ready and managed to snap this choice shot.
Ohmigod, what's up cutest mooseknuckle ever. I wanna snuggle with it
like a
little
teddy
bear.
Apparently, we weren't the only ones getting a kick outta of the kissing
bandit trail that Marco was blazing through the party. Here's Ray's
take on one of them.
Also, Chris Rubino sent me a few of his pics that he thought I'd appreciate.
Apparently, after the party was
all
over,
Marco
was
so drunk
he couldn't
leave
and ended
up passing
out on Rubino's floor. They didn't want Marco to have to spend the
night on the floor, so they put him on couch so he'd be more comfortable.
Oh, and so that the people fucking with him could be more comfortable
too.
Way to bring in the New Year. If he was awake, he'd so be telling them
how beautiful they are.
"Can I kiss you?" (PS - Hey Marco, I know you're probably a little
mad about me posting them. But before you go writing me a crappy email,
just be thankful I didn't post the pics of two of Rubino's friends
(roommates?) spreading their asscheeks and putting their mudspots just
inches from your face. I mean balls are one thing, but these pics were
too steep for even the likes of me!)
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