We took this picture of us both speaking with her and assured her that it'd eventually be posted on the site. So here's a big shout out to Grammy Pam! (Here's a pic of her from when we were in London last year! She's the one immediately to Grant's left!)
On Saturday afternoon, Grant, Charlene (who just moved to NYC from London), Martin Greene (one of Grant's best friends from growing up in Essex who was in town visiting from London) and his wife Mary took the ferry across the water to Hoboken to BBQ at Stewart and Jeanette's new apt (who also recently moved to the States from London). Here we are getting ready to enter Stuart and Jeanette's fancy building.
Amy gave a call and it turned out she was nearby! So she stopped by for some late afternoon lounging. And what's that up there in the corner? Is that Leigh working on her "Get a load of this fugging guy!" face? Let's take a closer look shall we?
On Monday, Grant and I were bored out of our skulls. We went to K-mart to buy some towels and somehow ended up leaving with towels and a frosty 12-pack of Bud Lite cans. (WTF? I dunno, it just happened). I was like "Let's go to Tompkins Square Park and get drunk." Grant got all panicked and was like "We can't do that!" I was like, "We can't?" Grant looked taken back as he failed to come up with a good reason, and finally shrugged it off. "Ok, I guess we can. Let's go."
After an hour in the sun, some of the (many) treats we'd purchased on the car ride out, especially the chocolately ones, had gotten gooey. Rather than having to squirt it out of the wrapper like toothpaste, Grant decided to chill that motherfucker out in the ocean to return it to a more solid state. (Mmmmmmm....delicious Fastbreak).
Despite only getting a few hours of sleep, we managed to pick up the van and be heading beachward before noon. Here's me, Meredith, Grant, Rachel and David and Miye in the back! Rented van, wooooooo!
Okay, back to Misshapes. Here's Grant (earning bonus points for his Rolling Stone shirt prescience) Meredith (making a Mr. Magoo face) and Sarah "Wish She Didn't Have a Boyfriend" Harrison. (Just to clarify - that's me wishing, not her.)
When Laura lamented missing out on the orange muscle-tee up close (Grant was sweaty and changed shirts after the show), he gave her a special admission ticket...to the GUN SHOW!
Grant flirting with my future wife, Natalie (psst...Natalie, I want to make babies with you. If you're not interested in that maybe we could just practice making them. Email if you ever see this.) Bonus points to Jim for continuing to make the "get of load of this fugging guy" face. Hahaha.
The show was really good, but Grant got in trouble for jumping around on stage too much (seriously) and so this was unfortunately his last show as rhythm guitarist in the band.
Grant was wearing an orange muscle-T and pointed to the stage while doing a flex down every chance he got. "Yes, we'll be playing OVER THERE ON THE STAGE in a few minutes." Hahaha.
Rachel and Grant were trying to get close to the hydrant, but the pressure was so great neither of them managed to within 20 feet before being knocked over or pushed back.
Which was suprisingly empty. Sometimes you want a packed karaoke joint, but other times less-crowded is better because it means you get to monopolize the stage.
If you look at how small Fatty looks in the background of this picture, you might conclude that his back patio is really long. In reality, the patio's only like 10 feet long - the optical illusion is a result of this being a photo of Fatty's much smaller brother, Andy (aka "Little Fatty).
If you're looking to capture the jump-shots, you gotta shoot with an itchy shutterfinger. I saw movement and snapped figuring Grant was getting ready to launch into another big kick and instead managed to capture this totally awkward (sideway?) leg kick. Hahaha.
...the craziest, highest rock n' roll jump kick I've ever seen in my life. If only DLR (who lives less than a block away, incidentally) could've been there to see it - he would've wept with joy knowing his heir apparent lives. (This is so wallpaper worth - click here for the hi-res version).
...here he is at the peak! How fucking unbelievable is this picture? As soon as I clicked the shutter I knew I'd managed to capture something magical. Click here to download a full-size, high-resolution version. Because you know you want to set this shit as your desktop wallpaper.
On his way out, Ed was trying to be all smooth and kick it to Julie. Little did Ed know, while he was whispering sweet romantic nothings, Grant was behind him frantically motioning for me to get the camera out - because he'd gotten his balls out.
We blew past an open space right near the entrance to the park so while we were at a light waiting to turn around and head back towards it, Grant jumped out of the car to stand in the space and make sure no one else could park there. Hahah.
Once we were in town, our plan was to seek out naughty sexy fun. We asked around a bit and found out there was a rock show going on at the venue called The Chance.
Turns out - there ISN'T ANY! We drove around the town aimlessly for another 35 minutes stopping people and trying to get a bead on something naughty or sexy but came up empty. In the end we headed to a diner because a milkshake will always make things better.
Afterwards we all piled into the Probe (not wanted to risk our lives for the return voyage across the still very chilly lake) and headed back over to Scott's house for a deck fire and some s'more roasting!
The Sunburnt Cow is an Australian-owned establishment. When I saw that they had "Kangaroo Steak" on the menu, I decided I had to try it. Here's Grant posing with my (weird-ass) dinner.