march 01, 2004
fatty quits and two karaoke nights
After almost six months of having to listen to Grant and I talk about the awesomeness of not having real day jobs, Fatty decided he'd had enough of his job and quit (Homeboy had been commuting from Manhattan up to Stamford, CT for five years!). We met up on Fatty's first Monday as a free man to goof off and celebrate.
Here we are at Fatty's apartment in the morning. After he was done showing us the wall-hooks he'd bought from Guitar Center to hang up his guitars...
...he started pulling all these weird "sexy man" poses on his recently purchased zebra skin rug.
They made me feel funny. Down, you know, there.
Also, it needs to pointed out that Fatty's "sexy pose" bears a striking resemblance to David Brent's "top of the desk sexy pose." Just saying.
After we were done watching Fatty writhe suggestively in a manner that recalled Tawny Kittain in a Whitesnake video, the three us of walked down to Mandarin Court for a Chinee dim sum breakfast celebration.
Later that night, I met up with Sarah at Pianos to see Morning Theft's first show.
And then late night, I met up with Amber and Grant at M Bar for a night of Sid and Buddy Karaoke! Woo! The moment we walked in the door we were handed shots - compliments of...
...Big Ed!
I wasted no time and headed right for the stage. Grant manned my cam and managed to take some...
...um, interesting pictures.
Amber and Grant.
Check out Grant running interference like he's interested in what this girl's filming...
...when he's really just interested in egging Amber on to see how close she'll actually come to...
...touching a stranger's dingus.
The view from the stage.
Grant gives Ed the "No, getta load of this guy."
"Who, this guy?" "Yes, this guy."
Hoooo boy. Well, here's where things start to get out of hand. Out of the blue, Grant charged the stage and brained an unsuspecting Matt.
Not one to be left out, Amber quickly followed suit with a bra flash. (Check out Matt all busted getting his pervy peep on).
Grant whipped the entire bar into a frenzy with a Bowie jam.
C'mon Ed, Let's Dance!
Amber pays homage.
Me gettin' a smooch.
Grant doing his now-famous "Molly Ringwald" dance out on tha floor.
Me and Amber doing our best Saturday Night Fever.
Grant had the cam for this one - so I'm not entirely sure why he's got a beer bottle next to Amber's head. For perspective, maybe?
Yay, upshirt!
This guy liked the fact that we were taking pictures of him so much that he actually interrupted his song to...
...invite the three of us to share the stage with him.
Yeah, when the ass worship photos start - you know things have totally spiraled out of control. In fact, after ass worship, only one stop remains on the embarrassing train of intoxication...
Wooo! Woooo! Welcome to I'm-Pretending-To-Rim-Yousville.
Keep in mind - not only was this happening in public, it was happening on public while I was standing on a stage.
In all fairness to Amber, I don't want everyone who sees this to think she was the only one who at the time was drunk enough to think that pretending to rim someone was the best thing ever.
In fact, the true hat tip goes to my man, Grant. I think he actually managed to rim Amber through her jeans. Way to get in there, my friend.
Amber's well known across NYC for her drunken propensity to grab errant strangers and drag them onto the dance floor.
I think Grant had gotten a leg cramp on the dance floor and Amber's helping him get it out. Aw, that's nice.
Heh? Who?
You know you go out to much when you see yourself in a photo like this and ask "Wait, haven't I already seen this photo before?"
You know how sometimes when you've been drinking it seems like a good idea to give someone a piggy back and then spin them around as fast as you can?
Well, um, it's not. Grant managed about 3 spins before he lost his balance and sent Amber careening into the stage. (Which, because I knew was coming, I was able to masterfully capture with my camera).
Amber helping the Grizza up.
And kissing his boo boo.
When Amber offered me a piggyback, I made sure I held on.
Soooo good!
Then Grant sang something again. With all the shenanigans, I think we'd momentarily forgotten that there was karaoke to be sung!
Amber.
As closing time approached, Matt invited (the few) remaining people left in the bar to all come up on stage and sing the standard end of the evening finale: Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody.
I'm just a poor boy nobody love me. Good night.
Thursday, March 4th
A mere three nights later and Grant and I found ourselves back on Sid & Buddy's karaoke stage, this time down in the basement of Remote Lounge.
And this time we were joined by karaoke first-timer Amy Albano! (Amy have known each other since 6th grade. We were roommates in college and in two different apartments in NYC! She was also one of the four people responsible for building the Indoorvillage!)
What started out as a solo performance...
Quicly became a duet. Er, sort of. This girl didn't sing with me, however, she did lay writing on the stage while I sang and did all sorts of crazy floor dancing. It significantly enhanced my performance.
Or at least it did until her friend decided to get in on it by rubbing his ass all over me.
Grant and I ran into Cat (whom we'd both been introduced to previously by former Nerve intern Sarah Harrison). Cat in turn introduced us to a certain special girl who happened to be out celebrating her birthday that night...
...aw yeah, Meredith Silverman. (While Meredith and I were introduced that night, we actually never spoke until several months later. She's since gone on to become one of my favorite people - and was the first person to come out and visit me at my new place in San Francisco. A trip that inspired her to get her very first digicam and start her very own photo diary!)
Addendum December 28, 2008: I'm working on putting all these old entries into a database and I'd like to point out that this is the very first photo I ever took of my future wife! How crazy is that?
Cat and me.
Caitlin the Dirty Pixie.
Grant smoothly pointing out a girl with cute boobies.
This picture was taken for posterity's sake - just so there'd be a photo record of what Amy looked like...
...before losing her Cherryoke!
In typical Amy fashion, she totally owned her shit right off the bat.
Hey, remember the guy who was rubbing his ass on me? Well, he's back! What's funnier than Fatty's face expressing dismay over his proximity to hot, man-on-man lap dance action?
Thumbs down. (I don't remember about what.)
Then Vin showed up! (Vin when to college with Amy and I too. Check them out in 1997. Hahaha.)
Then, out of the blue, Shane MacGowan (from The Pogues) showed up and sang karaoke!
Mmmmmmm....Silverman.