After the movie, Leigh came over and helped me clean up my place and pack up the few things that the movers hadn't taken. My almost-empty bedroom. Sad!
On Thursday night (T-minus three days!) my roommate Victoria cooked a nice dinner and invited some of my friends over for a low-key dinner party. Here's The Fatty, Tinnz, Charlene and Grant (Sarah was there later on!)
Bonus points to whoever that is in the foreground hoisting a forty of homemade Brass Monkey (one of the Crowley Crew, no doubt). As the party started to get going, it was time to kick off the karaoke!
Lorelei and I kicked off the festivities with a duet. (By the way, I'm writing these caption in May of 2005, almost a year later so I pretty much have no idea what song anyone was singing in these pics).
Grant, Leigh, Meredith and Sarah (none of whom were super-pleased with my decision to move) came over to my apartment early to give me a series of presents they'd named "The New Yorker in San Franciso Survival Kit." My interest was piqued.
Here's the group doing the obligatory shot of Brennevin (the nasty liquor that I still have a huge surplus of from my trip to Iceland) before leaving the house.
Before heading over to Misshapes on Saturday night for my party, a few people came over to share a delicious wheel from Lombardi's. Here's Charelene and Grant digging in.
After I mastered being a DJ, I headed back over to my apartment to meet up with Grant. And do a little pre-party warm up drinking. Full Story: Remember how we went to Iceland? Well, we ended up buying a bunch of bottles of this stuff called Brennivan - which means "Black Death" in Icelandic. Anyway, only after we'd bought a bunch of bottles of it did we learn that it tastes like it's made out of Band-Aids and pine needles. Not wanting to throw it away, I decided that anytime someone's over my house and we're going on, everyone present has to do a jigger of Brennivan before leaving. So here's Grant and I about to take our obligatory medicine. *sputter*
Vic's famous chicken (known as "THE CONVERTER" because of its enticing aroma which has cased several vegetarians to let flesh pass their lips) and her fancily arranged salads.
On Tuesday, Victoria (the bestest roommate ever) cooked a special dinner and invited some people to our apartment to celebrate the fact that I ended up being offered the job to run the scavenger hunt company.
After a long day of moving, we all headed back to my apartment on the Bowery where Frank and Liz thanked us with pies from Lombardi's! Mmmmmmmmmm! Best pizza in the world. Then after dinner...
Usually when you go to a house party, you see the same people (give or take a few randoms). This party was awesome because there were all sorts of different groups of people that came out to celebrate the 3 friends' birthdays. Around 3am the party hit full stride. Everybody was having fun and getting drunk and it was right around this time that the crowd started getting...
The party official ended a little after five. Our initial "let's get a head start on cleaning up now!" efforts were quickly given up on when we decided we were all too fucked up to be bothered to clean.
Also around this time, Herman, my roommate's cat came out of hiding and was totally FUCKING PISSED to discover what a mess we'd made of his apartment. Check him out glaring at us.
Laura and Sarah showed got to my apartment a little before 11pm, helped set up and sound-checked our awesome karaoke stage. (Special thanks to Mike Jurin who saved the karaokeness of the party by generously lending his speakers at the very last moment!)
On Thursday afternoon, I was sitting at my desk working on my computer when I heard an INSANE ruckus out on the street. I opened up my window and saw this!
We went over our packing checklist and got some three dolla Chinee foo from across the street and the hung out shooting the shit with my roommate Victoria. Around 2:45am, we were still wide awake and decided we should go out and grab a drink before settling in for the night (that and the fact that Scott was getting my roommate to talk about dirty stuff - I mean, c'mon, do you really need to know your roommate's got a penchant for shaved nuts - and I needed to get him outta there before I lost my mind. Hahaha).
Vin and Amber weren't up for braving the late-night trek back to their place so we all somehow managed to navigate back to my place. Check out Vin holding his head. Hahaha.
Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that early January in NYC was unseasonably warm. This bank theremometer hangs right outside my window and I snapped this pic right before going home. 55 degrees at 4:30am on January 3rd??? Insanity.
