"moving to SF" party: part 2

august 24, 2004

Back to part one Group karaoke! Adam Mandell, Brother Lawrence and Smellsgood Gina on back-up vox with Sarah taking the part of cheerleading dancer. Hahaha. We even managed to rope Tinny into the mix! Audience? Backup singers? Schweatiness! Who's cuter than this little fucker? Maybe "Oh, Darlin" by the Beatles? Some song where I scream alot, that's for sure. Aya, Vin and me (making a stupid face). Vicki (the hottest, weirdest girl ever) and Alex. Me and Faith - who I'd randomly met in a Thai restaurant in Brooklyn days prior and invited her to the party. She came! Oh, sit! Late night look who shows up! It's Herman the Cowboy Jew reprasenting Crown Heights! Awww, yeah! Late night (and noticably drunk at this point) Grant and I sang a duet. (Grizza, you have any idea what we sang?) Sarah rocking an armload of PBR while Tinny coldlamps in the background. Sultry! Karaoke + Beer = Jen G. showing off her bizzoobies. Take 2. Hahahah. Peek-a-boob! Usually I edit these down, but when there's boob-biting involved, why not show them all? Aileen, Meredith and Una on the mic! Caitlin rocking the crowd. Sarah, Tif and Hwe. Ok, I this probably didn't happen, but is Tiffany full-on grabbing a hold of the Fatty's luggage? (PS - Check out Fatty pulling a mean "Blue Steel" in his "The Fatty" shirt. hahaha). Fatty, Frank and Colin. UConn in the higgity. Charlene (aka - the Chazza) and Rachael. Rachael giving me some goodbye loving (but I wasn't having any of that! Not after the last party I had where Rachael told me she wanted to "sleep over" but then by the end of the night was "too tired" to put out. It was just like when we used to date in high school. Hahahah). Lawrence and Mandy on the mic. Sarah's got the clap. Ha! Nina, Josh and Chazza (being hoisted). My Herman, what great legs you have! Hahahaha. The hands-down highlight of the night for me was Grant's completely over the top performance of "I Believe in a Thing Called Love." I mean, Grant's karaoke performance are usually great, but he was especially out of control this time. Going up... Hahahaha. And yet again. At some point in the song, Sarah somehow ended up on the floor and Grant sang to her oh, so tenderly. When you care enough to send the karaoke best. Crowd response. Me and Ali Jesinki (who totally tried to make out with me once but I hopped in a taxi and ran away). And, um, hid up Amanda's skirt. Anyone else notice that the general consensus amongst my friends seems to be that the best way to express their sadness over my impending absence is done by licking my face? Faith coldlamps while Herman's clearly thinking non-kosher thoughts. Oh my god - does anybody know who in the world "Girl in the White Pants" was? She had one of the craziest heinies anyone has ever seen anywhere ever. When she climbed out my bedroom window to have a smoke on the balcony, it was just too much. I had to interrupt her: Me:"Hi, I don't know you - but could I take a picture with your ass?" Girl: "Um, I don't know. That's kind of weird." Me: "Yeah, sorry. *Long Pause* But well, I mean, it is my party." Other people use their parties to "cry if they want to." Why cry when you can instead guilt strangers into showing you their awesome buns? Hahah. (Thanks to you, "Girl in the White Pants" for being such an awesome sport.) Caitlin and Doug. Awww...Vicki giving me my obigatory goodbye smooch. J.Cro and a girl I don't know. Angel (who is a crazy-silly-good singer) on the mic. Sometimes when you pick out a really awesome karaoke song to sing... ...the girls just can't control themselves. Meredith (shaking it in her 8th grade prom dress) and Faith. Best. Neighbor. Ever. Rina looking like a little sailor. Michael, SmellsGood and me. Caitlin and her friends acting up on my couch. And speaking of acting up...Jen and Beth bid me bon voyage with a stunning four-boob salute. Hoo-ah! (PS - Anytime I'm at a party and I suddenly disappear, it's probably because I'm out on the stairwell doing totally inappropriate things like... ...THIS!) Chazza, Amy, Cranky Tinny, Happy Matt and Candy. Meredith and her haunted eyes (she uses them to steal little childrens' souls. Seriously.) You don't even want to know where that finger ended up. Herman (who's famous for his three-drink amorous ways) tries to get smoochy smoochy with Amy while she casts a "What did I do to deserve this?" look of exasperation at the smiling onlookers. Meanwhile, back in the living room - Amanda and Sarah closed out the night with a duet. Complete with Wendy O. mic cord antics... Autoerotic Karaoke Asphyxiation. With karaoke wrapped up for the night, Matt and Candy headed to the backroom to relax. Tinny sat on my windowsill and looked like a sad girl in a sad movie. Charlene and Amy saying goodnight. And Herman had moved on from Amy to chatting up the DRUNKEST GIRL AT THE PARTY! Thumbs up! And speaking of Hermans... ...with the karaoke cacaphony finally silenced, Herman the Cat came out of his hiding place in my roommate's closet to inspect the damage my guest had done to his apartment. (Look at the expression on his pissed off little kitty face. Hahah) Mike tried to console him and almost lost an arm for his concern. "Awwww, a kitty!" "OW FUCK! My arm! YOU LITTLE FUCKER!" Mike, coldfuckingchilling. Hey, you know how every house party has that one guest that no one knows that gets so drunk they loose the ability to take social cues and totally overstay their welcome? Well, here she is! Anybody have any idea who this girl is? (Email me). Caitlin and Jillian (I think) discovered Doug hiding from the party in the backroom. While Leigh, Lawrence and Michael hung out in the kitchen and volunteered to help finish off... ...the remainder of the booze left over. Hahaha. If "too much vodka" has an expression - this is it. (Also, I think this is the only unflattering picture of Leigh in existence). Sarah mourned my upcoming move. While Doug decided to take pictures of the partygirl who'd since passed out on my couch. Wait, can I get a close up? Hahahahahahaha. Holy shit. Even closer? You got it! Oh, the shame of being the drunk stranger at a party. The Next Day Grant and Leigh were there bright and early the next morning to help Victoria and me out with the clean up. Thanks so much guys. We rounded up all the bottles and cans and then took a break to... ...look at all the pictures from the party the night before. Check out Grant's face as he gets a look of the pic of Tin's face after she hoisted that supersized bottle of Smirnoff. Hahahaha. Party aftermath in my bedroom (plus half-packed boxes and bags all over the place). So around 1pm I get a frantic call from Cat who's convinced that someone at the party stole her purse. I was like "Cat, besides that one drunk girl that nobody knew - it was all friends at the party. No one would steal your purse!" She thought about that a second and then told me "Actually, you're probably right. I remember being worried that someone might steal it, so I think I hid it somewhere in your apartment. I just can't remember where." We eventually found it hidden under a towel behind my couch. Hahah. So later in the afternoon she swung by to pick it up. After she left we realized that she'd left her "work notebook" behind. Surprisingly, her "work notebook" ony had one page written on it. Check it out. HAHAHAHAHA. Classic Cat. Is it just me or does the name she gave this list make everyone else laugh too? I can practically hear her saying it to herself over and over again as she racked her brain trying to recollect what my have been lost in the bag. "Hmmmmm. What was in my bag?" (BTW, Item #5: Cuticle cream, is my personal fave.) After Cat left, we all changed into our "clean up clothes" and got down to the dirty work. Tins manning the vacuum. Nice outfit, by the way Tins. What did you do, mug a homeless person? (Oh wait, those are my clothes. Hahah). Grant hit the kitchen and proved himself a real friend by getting down on his hands and knees and cleaning up the mystery "sticky spots." Hahaha. While she admired Grant's gusto at tackling the "sticky spots" bareback, Victoria wasn't going to risk getting hepatitus. Same for Tins. (Plus afterwards, they both checked my prostate. Thanks, ladies.) Grant and Leigh found a giant, beer-soaked hairball thingy under the radiator and got into a "hairball fight." Which I believe ended with Grant saying "Leigh, MY GOD, STOP IT! That thing smells! If you touch me with it again I'll throw up. I swear, I will!" Tins on mop patrol in my taped-up slippers. 40 sq ft clean...only 1500 more to go. (Oooof). Thanks again to everyone who came out! After this party I had to pull a Castanza and leave town (you know, you gotta leave on a high note). Back to part one (added on 05.26.2005)

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