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Uh, not much of an intro to write here. On Saturday I had brunch and
then later on, went over to MisShapes to celebrate Karen's
23rd birthday!
After weeks of hanging out with Meredith and Leigh separately,
we made plans to meet up for brunch at
Kate's Restaurant...
...and have some hipster sandwiches. (Tinny's pulling the
sad face because she had a bit of a fever. Awww, Tins!). After our
meal at Kate's, we headed over to Thompkin's Square Park to hang out with...
...NAKED MAN! Hahahaha. This old dude is always chilling
there in a lil' Speedo-type thang and from certain angles
(ok, most angles) it looks like he's buck naked.
The reason we sat near him, is because I knew it would get
the girls...
...all hot and bothered.
I mean, you can't so close to a naked, Santa-like man and
not get a little...
...hot under the collar.
Later that night, we headed over to MisShapes to
celebrate...
...Karen's 23rd
birthday! Wooo! I brought her a six-pack of Sparks to help
instigate
some birthday trouble (more on that later...hehehe).
The day after the party, I took all my pics and posted them
into
a "sneak
peek"
gallery for Karen (because she assumed, correctly I might
add, that it would be "like six months" before I finally
got around to posting them here). Anyway, somehow a photo
editor at Rolling Stone saw this pic and wanted to use it
for a blurb about Sparks in an upcoming "What's Hot" issue.
I was stoked. A day later, she realized that Sarah
is an editor at Spin and apparently didn't want to prominently
feature and editor from a competitive magazine doing something
"hot." She went back through my pics and found another photo
of people drinking Sparks that Sarah wasn't in and asked
if she could use that instead. "Well, Sarah's not in that
photo, but the problem is: I'm not either." (And hey, I wanted
to be doing something "hot" in Rolling Stone, ok?) So I asked
her, "What if I can figure out a way to hide Sarah?" She
was like "I don't even know what you're talking about." That
is, until I sent her...
....THIS! Ten minutes of Photoshop magic later, I'd successfully
hidden Sarah's identity with a strategically placed "extra
can" of Sparks in Karen's hand. Hahahah. While impressed
with my skizzills (I mean, you have to admit, it is pretty
good), she told me she'd still prefer to run the other one.
Here's the one they ended up using. And now...
...THIS clipping is pretty much taped to every bodega's booze
cooler in the Lower East Side. I could've been immortalized!
Damn.
Okay, back to Misshapes. Here's Grant (earning bonus points
for his Rolling Stone shirt prescience) Meredith (making
a Mr. Magoo face) and Sarah "Wish She Didn't Have a Boyfriend"
Harrison. (Just to clarify - that's me wishing, not her.)
Here's Leigh (making a funny face because the music was really
loud and she had *no idea* what the woman was saying to her).
Me and Lawrence.
Crazy Amber in the house! Wooo!
Amber was in full-effect that night. Every time Lawrence
would look away, Amber would start dancing all sexy and freaking
him from behind without touching him. Do you know how hard
it is to dance all fast behind someone without touching them
and accidentally giving yourself away? Girl's got skills.
Grant doing "The Molly."
Meredith and Sarah.
Around 2am, I snuck into the back office and helped prepare
the cake the Sarah and the Misshapes kids had gotten for
Karen.
Sarah kept her occupied upstairs and we managed to sneak
up and surprise her!
Awwwwww! Happy Birthday Karen! (Note Sparks colored roof
of mouth. Hahah).
Karen and Carlos.
Karen (enjoying the nameplate from her cake) and her roommate
Bridgette - who had just turned up from a comedy show she
performs in.
Which is why she had this all over her bum. (Or at least
that's her story).
Karen pretending to touch
Sarah's boobies.
Marjorie clearly not-pretending with Carol's mah-mah-mamms.
Sarah, Cat (Too bad you think her shirt's a joke) and
Meredith. C'mon lizzadies, you can do better than that.
There we go. Thanks.
Me getting ready to put my boobies on Sarah.
Sarah and someone I don't know.
Ok, so now it's well after 3am and things are starting to
heat up on the dancefloor. After watching Rachel dance dirty
with a bunch of other girls for a few songs, Grant couldn't
take any more and snuck Rachel over onto a stool in the corner
for a...
...sorry. Guess you're going to have to use your imagination
now.
Hoo-ah!
Meanwhile, back on the other side of the bar, Karen and I
found found Brother Lawrence making out with
Bridgette! Uh-oh! Right around this time, I asked Karen if
she wanted to take "a birthday photo with my balls" (because,
as you may have surmised by reading this site, I'm just that
kind of guy). Not only did Karen accept, she raised the ante
and agreed to take what is probably the steepest ball photo
on my site...
Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus. The orange tongue says it all.
Here's my revision of the piece that Rolling Stone ran about
Sparks. Check out the new headline. I think I just may have
missed
my true calling as a copywriter.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAREN! (Oh, and sorry about the whole "Now you'll never get
to be president" thing.)
(added
on 01.09.2005)
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