On Friday night I went over to The Annex super-late to meet up with little miss Leigh Lezark. The basement of the Annex was way too loud and crowded so Leigh suggested that we "explore." Our exploration of the basement led to us finding a secret utilities room that was pitch dark. Here's the photo I took after I lied and told Leigh that "This room has one of those pull-chain lights. You just need to find the string." I love how it looks like she's just sniffin' her armpit. Hahaha.
At some point in the night, Leigh and I ended up snooping around in the basement (as we're wont to do....NOSY!) and we ended up finding one of those dragon heads that they wear in Chinatown when they do their whole "conga line dragon" thingy for Chinese New Years!
Stop looking so stylish in that thing, Leigh! You don't want to start a dragon-head fashion trend, do you? (Er, wait. Actually, I want that to turn into a trend more than anything else in the world. On second thought, keep that thing on!)
Sweaty Dance Floor Monster! Here's Leigh and Scott with a girl whose name I forget but I think she was one of the people who organized the party! So, er, thanks!
Careful, Scott! If you don't leave enough room between you and your dance partner (for Jesus), swing dancing can get the ladies all hot and bothered and before you know it...
Leigh was worried that she was smiling too much in photos lately so we decided to take a "coldstare" photo lest people start to think she's going soft. (Bonus points to Scott for his Colonel Mustard freestyle!)
We got our free drink on and took stupid pictures to celebrate being reunited after four long days apart. (I don't remember what the party was for...maybe is was something related to V Magazine?)
After dinner, we fired up Guitar Hero! Yes! Here's an action shot of Scott tuning up as he prepares to take on little miss Leigh Lezark (bonus points to Max and Meredith who are on opposite extremes of the "excitement spectrum" in this photo). Hahaha.
Leigh shows off her huge, still-developing bruise from when she was "doored" while riding her bike a few days prior. (That's when someone flings open a car door - usually a taxi door - without looking over their shoulder to ensure that no one's traveling in the bike line).
On the way home Leigh (who looks like Mr. Burns in the photo) walked by Meredith's old, tiny studio apartment on Orchard Street (where she graciously put me up while I was traveling on and off a few years back).
By the time I got there, she'd finished DJing. The music was way too loud - but because she was promoting the place, she couldn't leave to go somewhere more conducive to having conversation. Leigh's solution? Steal a bottle of vodka and a bucket of ice and commandeer the back bathroom as our private lounge! Problem solved! Of course, drinking vodka on the rocks for a few hours...
After dinner, the three us went around the corner to meet up with Leigh and Max! (The next morning I woke up with the flu and was in bed for the rest of Tara's visit! Boooo!) Sorry, I missed you, lady! Come out here again soon!
I'd been playing a lot of Wii bowling at home and figure I'd totally dominate, but it turns out that Leigh and Jackson were even more obsessed than I was and I totally got my ass handed to me.
Leigh smoking in the elevator! (Rulebreaker!) This type of behavior is no longer a regular occurrence for either of us (well, at least not on Tuesday nights). We are getting old.
Hey now! Go, Leigh, go! I have no idea what Leigh and I were doing over Sarah's apartment at 3am on a Tuesday night drinking vodka straight from the bottle. I used to go out and do stuff like this 4 nights a week and then be at work the next morning!
Mom's home! Leigh came over to pick up Edie and she and Meredith modeled their matching shades. I love how Edie's sunglasses are sitting on her snout and her little doggy legs are just hanging down all slack. Hahaha. Best. Photo. Ever!
We hopped into a cab and headed over to MisShapes, where after years of internet friendship (dorks!), Tara and Leigh finally got to meet in person! Awww! It was a picture-perfect moment...
Then I shot Leigh (who was there playing hooky from MisShapes! Shhhhh!). People call her "Princess Coldstare" for good reason (because I mean, look at that look! Seriously!), but Leigh's the best because as soon as I put my "fancy" camera away...
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).
...which led to a "oh no I'm gonna puke" scare about 10 minutes later. Leigh sat with me outside and I'm proud to say I managed to keep everything down. Yay, thirty! I'm a big boy now!
