Wednesday evening I went over to David Kreitman's apartment to meet his brand new Boston Terrier puppy, Lord Alfred. ˆ david kreitman ˆ lord alfred ˆ dogs ˆ

In the entire hour I was there, "Lord" Alfred was in such a state of frenzied puppy activity, that I only managed to snap three decent photos of him (NONE of which convey what a spazz-ball this dog really is). See? Look how calm he looks in this photo! ˆ lord alfred ˆ dogs ˆ

And I'll be damned if he doesn't look outright regal in this photo! ˆ lord alfred ˆ dogs ˆ

And, hey, wait a god damned minute...is he fucking smiling in this photo or is it me? ˆ lord alfred ˆ dogs ˆ smile ˆ

On the way home I spotted a couch that looked like what Lord Alfred will very likely do to the furniture in David's home in the near future. ˆ couch ˆ

On Thursday night Ellen came over to hang. We did the yoosh. Watched TV, made stupid faces. ˆ ellen ˆ ugly face ˆ

Hahahah. ˆ ellen ˆ ugly face ˆ

Piper was there and she and I also did the usual. I fed her treats not meant for dogs (Cheetos, etc). ˆ piper ˆ dogs ˆ

Then I let her gnaw on my fingers some. ˆ piper ˆ chew ˆ dogs ˆ hand ˆ

Then we basically just chilled out and read the NME together. ˆ piper ˆ dogs ˆ

Then later that night I went to some party where I ran into L. Flax... ˆ lauren flax ˆ

...and where apparently a band played and had a giant pillow fight??? ˆ feathers ˆ

I don't do drugs. I don't drink that much. How is it that I don't remember things like this clearly? ˆ feathers ˆ

On Friday night, a whole bunch of us went to go see Fiasco play at Crash Mansion. Here's Grant on the mic. ˆ grant ˆ fiasco ˆ

I helped sneak in Meredith's underage cousin Hank who was in town from Rhode Island visiting. ˆ hank ˆ me ˆ

Usually, when you see your friend's band in NYC they pack up all their shit and go home as soon as their set is over (because it's a huge pain in the ass to worry about whether or not all your gear is going to get jacked). But Crash Mansion has a really nice back stage area where bands can secure all their equipment, so the band all stuck around after they played which gave us a rare opportunity to heap praise upon them. ˆ grant ˆ mike cohen ˆ sarah jaye ˆ

Here's Siege, me and Jake Brownstain giving Grant accolades. ˆ grant ˆ jake brownstain ˆ me ˆ siege ˆ

Hahaha. I love this photo! Here's Amanda, Siege, Grant, Mike, Brownstain and Eric George all throwing down B-boy (and B-Girl!) style. ˆ amanda ˆ eric george ˆ grant ˆ jake brownstain ˆ mike cohen ˆ siege ˆ

Amanda and one of the promoters that put the show together. (Turns out the two of them went to high school together!) ˆ amanda ˆ

Siege and Fatty. ˆ siege ˆ

Amanda's big red lips and Siege. Right after this photo was taken, Amanda used those big red lips and... ˆ amanda ˆ siege ˆ

...Siege got STAMPED! ˆ siege ˆ kiss ˆ

Grant's friend Mike came to the show with Sarah Jaye, his super-cute ex-girlfriend. ˆ mike cohen ˆ sarah jaye ˆ

Meredith took a shining to her, took a page out of Amanda's playbook and was like "Why don't we put lipstick on and give each other kissy stamps!" ˆ meredith ˆ sarah jaye ˆ

You give me one! ˆ meredith ˆ sarah jaye ˆ kiss ˆ

Than I give you one! Eventually Meredith tried to move from "kissy stamp" game to the "let's you and I go make out in the corner" game and Sarah panicked! She ran over to me on the verge of tears and said something like "Tell your girlfriend I think she's cute, but that I'M A CATHOLIC! I can't do this!" and then ran out of the bar. Hahahaha. ˆ meredith ˆ sarah jaye ˆ kiss ˆ

Here's Mike's reaction when we told him what had happened. Hahahaha. ˆ mike cohen ˆ

We were hanging out around the corner from the stage, but we were able to watch the next band on the close circuit TV they had mounted above the bar. Fatty noticed what looked like a REALLY tall blond girl up front by the stage and was like "Whoa, that girl looks huge! I'm gonna go up there and see how tall she is! Watch for me on TV!" ˆ tv ˆ

And thirty seconds later....viola! The Fatty (who's at least 6'3") was there on the TV laughing his Fatty-laugh and standing next to the girl to show that she was taller than him. ˆ fatty ˆ tv ˆ

After the band was finished, a few of our girls went over to talk to the tall girl (and apparently give her a "kissy stamp") but before any further shenanigans could ensue, her ultra-scary boyfriend,complete with Russian Mafia hitman-stare and a black eye (he actually had a black eye!!!) came over and made it clear that he didn't approve of ANY TYPE of shenanigans. Doh! ˆ scary ˆ strangers ˆ

Afterwards, the boys replenished themselves... ˆ fatty ˆ street meat ˆ

...via the "street meat" wagon outside the venue. ˆ grant ˆ street meat ˆ

And I challenged a black guy to a street race! (He overheard Grant and I arguing who'd win in a foot race and when Grant asked him who he thought would win in a race between the two of us he was like "All I know is I'd definitely beat both of you...because I'm black." Hahahah.) I was like "Oh, you think so? LET'S DO THIS!" He got out of his car, we sent someone down the street to signal the start of the race, and I handed my camera over so that the race could be documented! And then... ˆ me ˆ footrace ˆ

...he chickened out! Hey, I don't blame him - he had nothing to gain from the race. If he won, everybody would've been like "Yeah, of course you beat the white guy, YOU'RE BLACK!" But if he lost, then it would've been like "Oh no, you're the black guy that got beat in a foot race BY A WHITE DUDE!" So, hey, I'm not saying I don't understand. ˆ me ˆ footrace ˆ strangers ˆ

But that doesn't mean I relinquish my right to do the chicken dance and make clucking noises around your car for the next 3 minutes. ˆ me ˆ chicken ˆ footrace ˆ strangers ˆ

Afterwards, Meredith and I stopped at Orchard Bar on the way home for Sarah and Karen's Stolen Transmission party. Here's Sarah and Brandon. ˆ brandon ˆ sarah ˆ dj ˆ

SmellsGood Gina BonJersey was there! ˆ gina bonjersey ˆ

So was Brother Lawrence! ˆ brother lawrence ˆ

And I ran into Karen Marsala who I hadn't seen in forever! Here she is showing me that she can indeed touch the top of her lip to the bottom of her nose. ˆ karen marsala ˆ lips ˆ

Meredith, not so much! ˆ meredith ˆ lips ˆ

Same for me. Some nights I can do it no problem, other nights I try and try and wiggle and wiggle, but to no avail. (Look how close I am, though! I'm like an eighth of an inch away!) ˆ me ˆ lips ˆ

Dan Cassanova (yes, that's his real name and yes it's the best name ever) was there. Before I could do too much catching up with him, he had to live up to his name... ˆ dan cassanova ˆ

...and totally started madly Frenchin' some girl he was with. By the way, I'd like to take this time to nominate "Frenching" as one of the better make-out-related verbs. (The best make-out-related verb, however, will always be "fingerblast.") ˆ dan cassanova ˆ kiss ˆ makeout ˆ

Meredith (who is totally touching her lip to her nose in this photo. Success!) and her baby cousin Hank. ˆ hank ˆ meredith ˆ lips ˆ ugly face ˆ

Oh no, Big Ben Cho! ˆ ben cho ˆ

Me getting my face licked by K-Mar. ˆ karen marsala ˆ me ˆ tongue ˆ

Matt Rubano was there and was sporting a sick Macbeth t-shirt. (No, not the play! We're talking about the Italian Gothic Metal Band, duh!) ˆ matt ˆ

Brandon and Sarah! I'm glad Sarah finally found a boyfriend, because she can, at times, be... ˆ brandon ˆ sarah ˆ

...too picky. ˆ sarah ˆ nose ˆ

Mer and me. ˆ me ˆ meredith ˆ

Sean Dack holding up a napkin with some deep, emo pinings: "I carved a place in my heart for a boy that did not break it." He claims that he found it in his pocket on the floor. ˆ sean dack ˆ emo ˆ napkin ˆ

Leigh giving Sar a lil' smooch! Goodnight! ˆ leigh ˆ sarah ˆ kiss ˆ

On Saturday evening I stopped by Leigh's apartment to get something I'd left there and she answered the door in her ketchup hoodie! (Which I hadn't seen in years!) Here's Leigh looking sad because I caught her wearing a red hoodie with pink shoes! Even I know those colors don't go together! Hahah. ˆ leigh ˆ hoodie ˆ

Ketchup Elf. ˆ leigh ˆ hoodie ˆ

Later that night I got dinner with the Grizz (who made this awesome face for me). ˆ grant ˆ hoodie ˆ

And then even later on Saturday night I braved the cold and went over to MisShapes and when I got there Leigh (no longer wearing pink and red) stole my hat. ˆ leigh ˆ fur hat ˆ misshapes ˆ

Ben Cho and Ryan. ˆ ben cho ˆ ryan mcginley ˆ misshapes ˆ

Me and the Tinny. ˆ leigh ˆ me ˆ misshapes ˆ

Than later, in the wee hours of the night... ˆ julien ˆ leigh ˆ misshapes ˆ

...I watched Julien Gilbert give Leigh a back-room LAPDANCE! Hahahahah. ˆ julien ˆ leigh ˆ lapdance ˆ laugh ˆ misshapes ˆ

It was awesome. He was totally grinding all up in her piece and she was laughing uncontrollably and couldn't make eye-contact. ˆ julien ˆ leigh ˆ lapdance ˆ laugh ˆ misshapes ˆ

On Sunday afternoon I was walking to brunch and came across this dead rat. At the time I just thought it was interesting, but since then Meredith and I have gotten pet rats so this pic sorta makes me sad. Awwww. (He's holding out his little dead paws just like our live rats do when they want a treat). ˆ dead ˆ rats ˆ

Later that night Amanda came over. We donned our winter gear (it was FUCKING FREEZING out) and then hiked over to Lit for some... ˆ amanda ˆ me ˆ fur hat ˆ

...Sunday Night Karaoke down in the basement! Woooo! ˆ amanda ˆ karaoke ˆ

I'm also including this photo because Amanda is totally smuggling raisins in it. ˆ amanda ˆ karaoke ˆ

Amanda killed it. Check out the crowd response: sheer disbelief. ˆ amanda ˆ karaoke ˆ

I don't remember if this is someone Amanda knows or if it was just a boy she thought was cute. Either way, here they are! ˆ amanda ˆ karaoke ˆ

Then a little past 2am, the Fatty showed up! (This was a huge surprise because 2am is way past his Sunday night bedtime!) ˆ fatty ˆ

And Fatty had brought Seth with him (who was in town visiting from Boston!). ˆ fatty ˆ seth miller ˆ

Vadim sang next and Amanda stayed up on stage... ˆ vadim ˆ karaoke ˆ

...to be his interpretive background dancer! ˆ amanda ˆ dance ˆ

Hahahaha. ˆ amanda ˆ vadim ˆ dance ˆ karaoke ˆ

When Seth took the stage a few songs later to throw down some Stevie Wonder, Amanda ran back up on stage to act as cheerleader, background dancer... ˆ amanda ˆ seth miller ˆ karaoke ˆ

...and giver of sultry looks. ˆ amanda ˆ seth miller ˆ karaoke ˆ

Hahaha. Fatty giving either Seth or Amanda (or both!) the ol' "get a load of this guy" face. ˆ amanda ˆ fatty ˆ seth miller ˆ get a load of this guy ˆ karaoke ˆ

Seth's crooning skills even managed to get a random girl from the audience up on stage and singing along. ˆ seth miller ˆ karaoke ˆ strangers ˆ

And then there was a couple right up front near the stage that was totally necking during the song! Fatty leans in... ˆ fatty ˆ makeout ˆ strangers ˆ

...and demonstrates what they're doing. ˆ fatty ˆ makeout ˆ strangers ˆ tongue ˆ

Kimilia was there! ˆ kimila ˆ karaoke ˆ

She fucking rocked it. ˆ kimila ˆ karaoke ˆ

Then I sang. By the serious, woeful look in my eyes, I know that I must have sang about the tragic tale of Ricky's life-long incarceration at the age of 18 after having accidentally shot his friend in a drunken wild night. (For any of you who didn't grow up in NJ or are under the age of 30, I'm talking about Skid Row's epic ballad, 18 and Life. ˆ me ˆ karaoke ˆ

The couple in the front row was so captivated by my rendering of Ricky's heartfelt tale that they actually stopped Frenching so that they could turn around and listen to me sing (and so that the dude could slowly grind his boner into her ass). ˆ makeout ˆ strangers ˆ

Amanda and Fatty. Hahah. ˆ amanda ˆ fatty ˆ me ˆ karaoke ˆ tongue ˆ

That child blew a child away, indeed, Mr. Bach. There ends the February Roundup. Woooo! ˆ me ˆ karaoke ˆ