September 30, 2003

Tara's 21st Birthday and Goodbye Party

So Grant and Tara, my two best friends in New York City, both ened up leaving town within a few days of each other. Grant headed out to LA to film a pilot for a TV show, and Tara decided to move back to her hometown of Houston, TX *sniffle*. Before she left, we decided to send her off in style with a Happy Birthday / Goodbye Party! Wheee!

Tuesday, September 30th

tara — On Tuesday, I met up with Tara for birthday lunch at Cafe Liebowitz on Spring Street. Here she is using her actual ID to legally procure alcohol for the first time ever. Look at lil', mini, sixteen year-old Tara in the corner. Awwww, lil' baby's all growed up!

tara — Here's Tara taking her first sip of alcohol ever...

tara — ..."My throat feels like burning."

Wednesday, October 1st

zara — The next night, a whole bunch of us headed over to Sin Sin for the Happy Birthday / Goodbye Forever Party Spectacular. Here's me and my co-worker Zara in the cab on the way over.

tara — We arrived to find the birthday girl sucking down free drinks.

fatty, zara — Then the guests started showing up! Here's The Fatty and Zara.

colin — Big Daddy in the house!

tara, vin — Mopey, emo Vinay!

tara — Tara co-opted Vin's nerd-specs!

nazita — Hooded, fuck-fingered Nazita!

sarah — And special crotch-grabbing rock-star appearance by Sarah Lewitinn!

tara — Then it was time for the birthday girl to open PRESENTS! It's my firm belief that no DVD home library is complete with out Richard's Pryor's 1982 seminal cinema-classic, The Toy.

tara — Here are the "Healthy Brain Pills" that can only be procured in Chinatown in a store near my house. Now that Tara's getting up there in years, I decided it would be a crime to risk her not having a healthy brain.

tara — Oh, and mints and gum. LOTS of mints and gum. Anyone who's talked to Tara in a room smaller than a convention center knows why she got these. Babygirl's got breath that could knock a buzzard off a shit-truck at 40 yards. Hahahahaha. (Okay, Tara doesn't really have bad breaffff at all. I just totally made that up because I heard my uncle say that buzzard line at a family party like 10 months ago and I've been patiently waiting to use it somewhere on this site but the opportunity just hasn't presented itself. So Tara, you're my inadvertant bad breath casuality. Sorry, sugar.)

tara — And last but not least, a color-your-own "Velvet-Art" Unicorn Poster. Awwww, yeah. Who loves ya, baby?

fatty, sarah — The Fatty and Sarah.

sarah, tara — Sarah and Tara! If it wasn't for Sarah, I might not have ever met Tara. I met Tara accidentally one night when I went to Piano's to meet Sarah for the first time!

colin, fatty — Colin (Big Daddy) and Dave (The Fatty).

tara — Birthday girl again (looking all pretty with her big lips and teeny tiny dino nostrils!).

me, sarah — Me and Sarah.

tara — Jess (Kirsten Dunst's hotten, magenta-tressed lil' sister) and Tara.

sarah — I try not to post bad pictures of my friends...unless they're particularly exceptional. Considering this the best worst-picture of Sarah I've ever seen, it's gets posted. Just looking at it makes me laugh.

candy, me, vin — Later on that night, Vin and I went to Lit where we ran into Candy...

vin — ...and this guy! I wish I could remember his fucking name! ARgh! He was a total Staten Island-style guido who was pretty much the friendliest guy I've ever met. He saw us taking pictures and wanted to take a look at my camera...which of course led to us taking pictures with him.

me, vin — Check out the sauce stains on his shirt. Awesome.

Thursday, October 2nd

tara — On Thursday afternoon I went over to Tara's apartment to help her finish packing. Sad!

tara — Here's Tara later that day getting ready to leave her apartment for the last time EVER!

tara — And here's a picture of the new tat Tara got the day before leaving. It's a painting from Mark Ryden's blood series.

Here's the original painting! So bad ass!

tara — Later that night, we went for coffee and treats at Ferrara's bakery. What's cuter than Tara in her little heart sweater holding a little I heart NY cake? Farewell, my sweet little faggot! You'd better come visit soon!