...we quietly took this photo and let him wake up on his own pretending we hadn't noticed. About 20 minutes later, we emailed him this picture. Hahahaha.
...because he and Matt were dressed exactly like with matching haircuts and everything. (They're giving Vin & Marco back in their hey-day a run for their money)
The ladies sat down and I was like "Ok, everyone show off your tits!" Sarah and Leigh didn't fall for it! (I love how Leigh is laughing and Sarah is predicting that both Jenne and Leigh would fall for it).
It's after 4am at this point, and in the midst of Leigh and Sarah getting ready to pack up their stuff, Jenny ran into the dj booth and started busting out her cans again!
Then around 5pm, our taxi driver, who had hung out with us the whole time, announced he was ready to take us back into town. Get a load of this fucking guy! Egypt's most famous "land pilot."
Five and half BUMPY hours later, I arrived in Hurghada and got a taxi to take me to one of the few hotels listed in my book that looked like it'd still be open - a place called Al Arosa. I checked in a little after 1am, got a decent room that was WAY overpriced (100 EP!). Here's my best "Get a load of THIS room" face. You can tell the room is totally embarrassed by me calling it out.
The day was perfect. We pretty much just sat around stuffing our faces with snacks and enjoying the sun and occasionally stopping to mock people near us. Like the girl in the background that decided to use her boyfriend as a bench. WTF?
Leigh, super-wasted Jenny and Brandon. It was after this night that a new Cranium-rule was instituted: "If you're too drunk to speak without slurring, you're too drunk to play Cranium." (AKA: The Jenny Penny Rule).
Then he immediately sniped him with a lightning fast "get a load of this guy" for the cam! And then, just when you thought it couldn't happen again, he pulled off the comedy trifecta...
We got her Oprah's 20th Anniversary DVD collection (which was actually released on the day of her birthday!). Look how happy my mom is! (And check out my brother's magnificent "Get a load of Oprah") Hahah. Happy Birthday, mom! We love you!
Check out Jessica totally blowin up her best friend's spot by pulling the ol' "get a load of her navel tattoo" finger-point. Hahaha. This photo makes me LOL every single time I look at it. Holy shit, what a great photo. This is exactly the type of thing my guy friends do in photos when they're trying to blow up someone's spot, so it's soooo funny to see two girls that are besties pull this same shit. Hahahaha.
While waiting for a cab outside, I saw the Moustache (note the use of a capital "M") that Grant's moustache aspires to one day be and I asked its owner if he'd mind letting his moustache pose for a picture with my friend's baby-moustache. He was happy to oblige.
(I think Meredith had the winning comment for this photo when she said "Who looks like a moring-after tranny hooker in this photo? Nope, sorry Grant. That's not the correct answer." Hahaha.)
Grant and company decided to get "glammed" up for the first show. By the second show, they'd decided to call it quits with the make up. Mostly because I think Grant realized that when he's made up he looks like a tranny-version of his super-hot (Lindsay Lohan lookalike) sister, Gemma.
Meredith, Grant, Amanda, Sarah and Devin (who we all met through this site! Devin did all the design-work for the first incarnation of the Fiasco site and as a thank you, the band flew he and his wife up to NYC to see the first show!)
...somebody's San Franciscian "wacky dad" showed up! Hahaha. Get aload of this guy. He recognized Michael from somewhere and started talking to him and Michael was clearly not 100% positive who the guy was and kind of uncomfortable talking to him. We did what any good friends are supposed to do when your buddy is stuck talking to someone they don't want to be talking to...
On Monday evening I got a call from a guy in SF named Algy (not pictured here). Algy is really good friends with my buddy Tom Donohue in NYC and Tom set us up on a man date!) inviting me out to see a band called Tarantula. Anyway, when I got to the venue, I ran into Nina's friend Jason who I knew from NYC until he disappeared into thin air. Turns out he moved to SF. You may remember Jason as the "Questionable Gay-Porno Jason" Tara and I discovered...(WARNING: EXPLICIT MAN-PORN COMING UP)
On the street outside of Remote we ran into Grant's former interm Noah and her friend who gave Grant the mutual "get a load of this guy" (because they were both wearing Robert Smith clothing items!).
A litter later in the evening we ran into Evan, Grant's former Nerve intern from years ago who now runs Block Magazine out of Brooklyn. (Whom I totally fucking assassinated with one of the best "get a load of this fucking guy" finger-points in the history of the sport. Hahahahah).
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