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grant

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appears with…

me397
fatty260
!best211
amanda150
meredith137
!karaoke106
chris a99
!food69
siege64
frank61
!strangers51
!beach50
!get a load of this guy46
!e9th apt45
!thumbs up44
!point40
!birthday39
!dance36
!laugh36
charlene35

grant — ...then met up with Grant in the East Village for some sushi.

grant — And funnel cake.

grant — On Friday, Grizzle and I took the F train so I could bid farewell to Coney Island. Mmmm, corndogs. (Eight days until leaving for San Francisco).

grant — Just in case there was any doubt about who planned this party (*cough* Frank's Mom *cough*), all the guests received silver lasagna serving spatulas. So awesome. Congrats Frank and Liz! Now get to work on some grandchildren already, will ya?

grant — Grant getting ready to steal a napkin.

grant — Grant started to say something and his lip stuck to his teeth. Hahahah.

grant — Grant and Liz (who look like they're brother and sister in this pic, no?)

grant — Three bozos. Grant, Fatty and me arriving at the reception in CT. (Note the accidental irony in Fatty doing the "L is for Loser" handsign backwards. Hahah).

grant — Grant wasn't having any of that. He quickly pulled a reverse and went in for the suck.

grant — Then she actually dived on him and tried to give him a second hickey.

grant — Charlene showed up and actually asked for a hickey! (Check out Grant's face as he questions Charlene's sanity).

grant — By the end of the night, everyone was friends again. (Thanks to you, Pornobum!)

grant — Meredith pretended to leap on Grant and I managed to capture this hilarious "flinch photo."

grant — And laughed at her.

grant — After he was finished pouting, Grant rallied and exacted his revenge. Not only did he wrestle Meredith down to the filthy floor of Lit and give her a hickey...

grant — ...one of the most brutal, hit and run hickies I've ever seen in my life. Grant was fucking pizzissed! Look at him being all angry. Hahahah.

grant — Meredith wrestled Grant down and then proceeded to administer...

grant — Afterwards, we went to the basement of Lit and had ourselves a front-room dance party.

grant — Rudy! A message to you, Rudy!

grant — ...Troop 103 had her tounge down my best friend's yob.

grant — Grant's reaction afterwards.

grant — Me, Amy and Grant (who's more tan than him?).

grant — Grant was jumping up and down and I managed to capture this clutch action shot.

grant — Here's our dancefloor reaction to James dropping Van Halen's Panama.

grant — Grant and Big Daddy.

grant — 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.

grant — Smells-good Gina (with two of her friends) looked so good she made Grant cry. Hahah.

grant — Grant and Jen bringing out the bday cake!

grant — And then goes in for a smooch taboot. (Check out the sneaky nay-sayer slipping in the subtle "fuck you" down at the bottom. Hahah).

grant — Grant the PantyBandit strikes again.

grant — And then Grant showing them off for her. Hahaha.

grant — Grant and Sarah Harrison.

grant — Grant repaying half of his nipple-licking karmic-debt.

grant — Meredith and Sarah dishing some double-nipple love.

grant — ....PANTYBANDIT! Awwww yeah, lemme hear ya! Check out Scott laughing because he total caught the PantyBandit in action. (PS - I'd be lying if I didn't mention that this photo kind of gives me a boner.)

grant — Sarah D, Grant, me and Tiff.

grant — Ellen Stagg and Grant.

grant — Say, wha? Hahah.

grant — Grant pointing out a NY Post press clipping about the party. Hahah.

grant — And Grant securing some "sweet oral." (PS - How sweet is Lila's undershave in the back? Now that I've posted this, I bet all the kids at Misshapes will be sporting this haircut in two weeks.)

grant — Grant and Lila.

grant — After Audrey was done, Grant and Susan were shocked to see...

grant — 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*

grant — Grant and Kim Davis.

grant — Before I'd even gotten a chance to put my point on the dancefloor and prove it, Leigh hand-delivered a fistfulla scotch.

grant — The back office "secret room" at Luke and Leroy!

grant — Grant, Cat and Fatty (looking like a cola ad from the 80s).

grant — Grant, Fatty and Amanda...this might be the first unofficial photo of FiASCO.

grant — Grant, Amanda, Fatty (peeking over) and Joanna. (PS - Is it me or are Grant and Joanna making the same exact face in this pic?)

grant — After they were finished getting ready, Grant and Charlene grabbed the Fatty and came down to my place for a Sparks warm-up.

grant — Grant and Charlene.

grant — And three amazing pics of ELEKTROGRANTCLASH 2K! Great.

grant — Best photo ever. No, that's not a Casio you're hearing. It's the ELEKTROGRANTCLASH Y2K theme music that this photo causes you to hear IN YOUR MIND!

grant — Even better...

grant — But before getting on that early morning D train, I met up with Grizza and headed deep into the heart of Chinatown for a daring dim sum breakfast. I mean, if you're going to be spending all day in the heat, you should make sure your first meal has plenty of vitamin C(at).

grant — 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!).

grant — Grant hit the stage and tried out some new moves. Like pretending that his leg and ass were a guitar so he could play along for the two-guitar solo (holy shit). After warming up the crowd with his new moves...

grant — Making "Joey from New Kids on the Block" faces, no less.

grant — And then Grant impressed us with his pole tricks. (Actually ladies, this is only one of his "pole tricks." He'll happily show you his other if you ask next time you see him.)

grant — ...take pictures with himself and girls.

grant — Charlene (who recently moved from London) made it too!

grant — Oh, and with Meredith's ass.

grant — Sorry, Larson. Shortly after Larson's song, I was called up and handed my camera off to Grant so he could take some pics of me. Instead, Grant spent the entire time using my camera to...

grant — Down in the basement we met up with Josh.

grant — Around 11ish, we headed over to the Delancey to meet up with Meredith and check out her friend's band...

grant — The night started off chilling with the Grizza at my (messy-ass) apt.

grant — Oh, and to put our nuts in Chef's passed out face.

grant — 4am found us back in the East Village at Odessa's for some late night grub.

grant — Just to be safe, we made sure Grant was suited up. Hahaha.

grant — We ended up heading out the Runway 69 in Queens which on the sign outside promised some very intriguing 'All "NUDE" Dancing.' Grant was stymied, while Seth seemed to have...

grant — After our club "experience" (I seem to recall getting treated to visually stunning dispaly of vaginal gymnastics including a woman who smoked a cigarette "down there") we hopped back into the limo and headed back to Manhattan to find something to eat.

grant — ...NEON CHARIOT of military might! We all sang songs...

grant — ...right after they got off stage, Grant almost got off.

grant — Uh-oh! If you thought things were getting hot onstage...

grant — ...(even better!) number two.

grant — Not one to disappoint a frenzied crowd, here's one. And...

grant — Grant hitting the stage also remarked the triumphant return of Chef! Yes! He sang the Darkness' I Believe in a Thing Called Love. (Which practically demands multiple David Lee Rothesque aerial maneuvers).

grant — Grant onstange trying to get the hang of the very unique "FrankDance."

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grant — Followed by Grant doing a lil Gn'R.

grant — And here's the re-enactment of Karen's birthday complete with Susan playing a traumatized onlooker. Let's get a closer look at this pic, shall we?

grant — ...his balls for a change! Hahahah. Here's the co-operative happy version.

grant — Grant and Susan.

grant — In a totally crazy coincidence, later that night we ran into Steve Haise who is hands down the BIGGEST Van Halen fan we know (and maybe even in the world). He almost creamed himself when he heard where we'd been earlier that night.

grant — We got to the building in question and fucked around pressing all the apartment buzzers until someone finally buzzed us in (Holly Golightly style, boyeeee). We weren't positive the intelligence we'd gotten was accurate until we got into the lobby and saw this sticker on one of the mailboxes (I shit you not!). He even calls himself DLR. Fucking amazing.

grant — Oh my god. Sofa King funny. This pic actually gives the original a run for its money.

grant — After a few knocks, it was clear that no one was going to answer. We figured that maybe everyone was out on the balcony deck with DLR and they couldn't hear us. We decided to head up to the roof and see if we'd be able to get a vantage point of the party from there.

grant — "Oh! So solly! Robbah Deniro nah here. Only me: Chinee Grant!" BWONG!

grant — Hey, when did Bobby DeNiro show up at the party? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talkin' to? You talkin' to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? Huh? Ok.

grant — Each time, the shutter fired early. So while I didn't magage to capture Grant in all of his fully-spread glory (it really is glorious, by the way), I did manage to capture him making three of the best worst faces ever.

grant — Grant, the Fatty and me. We made it up to Sarah's rooftop just in time to catch the start of...

grant — Oh, so I forgot to mention. On the walk over to Sarah's, I ran into my friend Emily on the street who pointed out David Lee Roth's new two-storey apartment to me. I won't give away his exact address, but suffice it to say, one of the floors has a prominent balcony that overlooks a heavily foot-trafficked area of the Lower East Side). Anyway, she told me that according to rumor, DLR was having a huge Fourth of July party on his balcony. When I relayed this info to Grant and the Fatty, we all decided that we had no choice: we had to round up a group and attempt to crash it.

grant — ...to hand out and shoot the shit.

grant — And then, just because he was there, Grant decided he wanted a photo of James Iha and his nuts together. Oh, the indignities of post-celebrity. Sorry, James.

grant — Grant (barely) holding up the GINORMOUS baby Jack. The kid's only six months old and he already weighs more than his two year-old sister.

grant — After dinner, the Cravens hopped a cab and headed back to New Jersey. (Thanks for dinner, guys!)

grant — Saturday morning, Grant and I headed down to Chinatown for a dim sum brunch at Mandarin Court.

grant — Grant and Xiomara.

grant — Too bad you think I'm kidding. I'll spare him the embarrassment of posting the other ELEVEN pictures he took.

grant — Now this is usually where Grant would take out his nuts and try to put them near my face...lucky for me, his vanity got the best of him and he instead took my camera and used it to take pictures of himself making "sexy faces."

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