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Ok, on with the second half of the round up. Click here for Part
One.
Friday, May 14th
On
Friday, I went to see Grant and Fatty in (the
now defunct band) Fireworks Go Up play a show at
Don Hill's. If you squint, you'll notice two parenthetical
blurs in the middle of the stage - those were created by
Grant's feet during a double-legged DLR kick that I managed
to just barely capture.
Hahaha. Check out Grant leaning on Dan like he's CC DeVille
in fucking Poison video or something.
During the show, Scott somehow managed to cut his thumb really
badly on the highhat - despite heavy bleeding, he finished
the show.
His hand was bleeding so much that it was making the drumsticks
slippery, something he remedied by periodically wiping his
hand on his pants. Check out the "wipe spot" on his jeans
after the show.
And the carnage on the snare. Oooof.
Grant pouting for the camera streetside with Emily (one of
the three attendess of the show) behind him.
Monday, May 17th
On Monday I went to Bowery Bar's karaoke with David and Miye
but by the time we got there, the queue was retardedly long
so we just had a drink and called it a night.
Wednesday, May 19th
On Wednesday, Grant and I got invited to some Playboy party
at BLVD. Since the venue was only a block from my apartment,
we decided to swing by and check it out. We got there to
find the place jam-packed with Long Island meatheads sitting
down and watching sports on one of th 30 or so giant plasma
TVs they had on.
And there were no girls anywhere in sight. We killed our
free Rolling Rocks and promptly got the fuck out of there.
Saturday, May 22th
Saturday night I met up with Vin and Mandy and after hanging
out in Lit's sketch basement, we decided to head over and
check out Misshapes.
The packed dancefloor upstairs.
Scott, Susan and Leigh.
I don't know these people, I just wanted a picture of the
boy wearing a hat with one of those mesh veils.
Leigh's boobalicious dress.
The dancefloor: 2:45am.
Despite probably being the oldest people there by, say, oh,
I don't know...eight years, we still managed to outlast all
those little fuckers.
Most of the time the giant bank clock outside my window just
serves to remind me that I should've been in bed a long time
ago.
Sunday, May 23rd
On Sunday morning I was supposed to go to brunch at Clinton
Street Bakery, but the wait was so long that we ended up
going to AKA down the street. Here's Ben (cewbrity RIP) and
Lindsay.
Me and Sar.
The best thing about sitting next to people who keep kosher
is...
...is that you get their order of bacon.
After brunch, I walked up to Thompkins Square Park to meet
up with the snoozing and sunbathing Emily and Grant.
Grant had been wearing jeans and when it started getting
hot out, Emily, who'd stripped down to her bathing suit,
offered up her skirt to Grant.
Who them graciously gave me the sweetest "peek-a-boo package"
shot of his orange man-panties (or "manties," if you will).
Later that night at Lit, I ran into Lola who proudly displayed
the marks from a fist fight she'd gotten in with another
girl earlier on in the day at one of her kickball league's
(yes, I"m serious) games. She then went on to bust out a
camcorder and replay the fight (which one of her friends
had managed to capture) in it's entirety.
Monday, May 24th
Monday night David, Grant and I hit the bar and talked about
bitches, man. Bitches.
Afterwards, I headed over to Sin Sin solo and where I ran
into Julia and Audrey out with two of their friends in town
visiting.
Leigh and Amber.
Amber and Gibby.
Amber harrassing people she doesn't know.
Amber and my magical disappearing chin.
Some weird boy was hitting on Julia and despite her
best efforts to get him to go away, he just kept at at. So
when she looked over at me and gave me the "come help me!"
look, I went over and in the middle of him talking to her
starting giving her a dirty, dirty lapdance. Audrey had my
cam and managed to capture my "I'm sure a bad girl!" face.
Hahahaha.
Me, Audrey and her friend.
Wednesday, May 26th
On Wednesday we all met up at the Sunburnt Cow to celebrate
Emma Taylor's birthday! Here's
Lo (showing off some of the birthday girl's goodies) and
Em.
Dinner table crowd.
Grant, Emma, Andrew and Travis.
The Sunburnt Cow is an Australian-owned establishment. When
I saw that they had "Kangaroo Steak" on the menu, I decided
I had to try it. Here's Grant posing with my (weird-ass)
dinner.
Me pulling my most successful "get a load of this fuggin'
guy" face with on an unsuspecting Travis.
Grant and Lo.
Nina, Mark (aka - The Notorious B.I.B.) and Chambers.
Grant, Jamie Kirkpatrick and me.
Fatty and Big Daddy.
Me leaning back to capture Jayme Waxman's awesome, and totally
non-ironic Skid Row t-shirt.
Nina and Grant.
Lorelei, Bibs and me.
Later that night I met up with Leigh and I traded her my
Ray Charles for her Jackie Os.
Thursday, May 27th
On Thursday night I went over to Bar13 to say hi to Sarah
who was DJing.
Sarah and Dan.
View from the booth.
After a little booty shaking I had to leave because I promised
the Grizza that I'd meet him at Remote for some Thursday
night...
...SID AND BUDDY KARAOKE! After a long hiatus from the karaoke
circuit, Grant came back with a fierceness! Pulling his usual
ariel stunts...
...as well as introducing a few new tricks. Like using Candy
as a guitar during his song's solo. Holy fucking shit.
Grant's jam got everyone crazy amounts of worked up. Going
so far as to inspire Candy to try her first DLR (David Lee
Roth) onstage air kick!
This picture is so awesome it merrited a close up. So here
you go.
Ellen and Candy.
Candy and Carol.
After her impressive ariel debut, Candy went back up onstage
once again accompanied by the ever-lusting Kanue.
Who's certainly not shy about her crush on Candy.
Hahaha. Best photo ever. She just won't rest until she
gets her hands on...
...Candy's twiffer! After I showed Candy this sneaky upskirt
I'd taken of her as she walked off stage, she laughed and
told me that she'd worn bloomers under her skirt and that
I hadn't managed to capture her real panties.
So
I asked "Well, can I see your real panties then?"
Awwww, yeah Candy! Check out her totally amazing (and totally trashy) leopard
print real panties (with hot pink
trim).
Me and Ellen.
Here we go again. It's time to nuzzle Mama's Juggz.
Herman the Karaoke Cowboy Jew was there - and he knows a
good thing when he sees it.
God bless you, Ellen Stagg.
Let's end the month on a more wholesome not, shall we? Bubble
gum again! Happy May! Woo!
(added
on 12.08.2004)
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