coney island & misshapes

july 17, 2004

Mid-July, we all headed out to Coney Island for the Siren Festival and then came back to town for a night out. But before getting on that early morning D train, I met up with Grizza and headed deep into the heart of Chinatown for a daring dim sum breakfast. I mean, if you're going to be spending all day in the heat, you should make sure your first meal has plenty of vitamin C(at). On to Coney Island! Sarah and the Fatty on the boardwalk (check out the guy behind Fatty accidentally making faces at him). Mah-mah-mobscene! I always swear I'm going to watch a few of the bands, but then it's always so hot and crowded that I instead opt to stand on the boardwalk and people-watch... ...while eating copious amounts of boardwalk junkfood. "Oh, hello there Mr. Corndog. Have I introduced you to my friend Funnelcake?" When the boardwalk got too crowded, we retreated to the beach. Some guy that I think was a friend of Greg's, Sarah, Catrinel, and Greg (of the now defunct GregtheBoyfriend. Sniffle). The best thing about Coney Island (other than the Cyclone) is that there are these magical Puerto Ricans that roam the beach with ice cold sacks of beer. If you can manage to flag one down over the din, they'll sell you frosty beers for like $2 a piece! Some of you that were on the boardwalk might've heard Sarah screaming "Dos cervezas, por favor!" Actually, some of you in Manhattan might've heard her. Girl's got lungs. After a few beers, Karen made the mistake of turning to Dave and saying "You know, I think you're the only one of Brian's friends whose balls haven't been placed in uncomfortably close proximity to my face for a photo." (For any of you newcomers see here and here) Maybe I mispoke earlier. While inexpensive frosty beach beers are wonderful, you can probably find them at other beaches. But where else in the world will $5 enable you to shoot high-velocity paintball guns at a live human (trying his darnedest not to get hit) at a range of 25ft? Let's hear it for SHOOT THE FREAK! A little past eight, we decided to hit the subway and head back to town. The subway ends at the ferris wheel. After Coney Island I went home to do a little reading and take a nap. But I'm lucky enough to also have Grant's pictures from the night - so while I was doing nothing, here are some pics of Charlene and Grant getting their "outfits" ready over at the Grizza's apt before coming over to my place. There's only one pic of Charlene. (Looking lovely, I might add). And three amazing pics of ELEKTROGRANTCLASH 2K! Great. Even better... Best photo ever. No, that's not a Casio you're hearing. It's the ELEKTROGRANTCLASH Y2K theme music that this photo causes you to hear IN YOUR MIND! After they were finished getting ready, Grant and Charlene grabbed the Fatty and came down to my place for a Sparks warm-up. Awwww, look at tired Fatty. He's like an advertisement for someone that needs a Sparks' Pick-me-up. We left my house and headed right around the corner to 6s and 8s for some Spin Magazine party that was going on. Here's Tricia, Sia and Sarah. Grant, Fatty and Amanda...this might be the first unofficial photo of FiASCO. The basement of 6s and 8s is only lit with blacklights. Here's a picture of Fatty's shirt. And his, er, pants. He swore it was detergent. Around 2am, we headed over to Misshapes. Before I'd even gotten a chance to put my point on the dancefloor and prove it, Leigh hand-delivered a fistfulla scotch. Meredith and Cat rub some titties while a newly revitalized Fatty (I told you Sparks works!) is all smiles in the background. Leigh and Sarah. Grant and Charlene. More of Meredith and Cat's dancefloor action. Grant, Amanda, Fatty (peeking over) and Joanna. (PS - Is it me or are Grant and Joanna making the same exact face in this pic?) Grant, Cat and Fatty (looking like a cola ad from the 80s). No nipples for you! Sarah goes for the pour! Grant took this glamour shot of Leigh taking a "time out" in the office. After saying goodbye, Grant and the Fatty took off around 3:30 to go get them some Criff Dogs on St. Mark's by Fatty's house. Check out the sign on the wall in there. What's up, offensive and misleading? Fatty posing in front of the brand new kosher grocery that opened up across the street from his apt. Meanwhile, back at Misshapes... I ran into Mandy. And Sarah joined the schweaty danceparty. Schweaty! Leigh (trying to make her sexy face but starting to laugh), Greg K, and me being a jerk and yelling about something. Meredith danced so hard her ass actually burst forth and split the entire ass-seam of her pants. Cat and Sarah lifted the shirt she tied around her waist and contemplated the damage. Me and tha Tinnz. 5:08am: Cat and Sarah closing out the dancefloor. Y'all look like sisters! Splitting a cab home with Sarah. My corner. I made it home a little before 6am with just enough time to get in bed before sunrise.   (added on 03.02.2005)

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