diary tags today about

a person in 5,311 photos

me

296 1897 3398 799 3600 7201 30202 70303 80204 39505 38206 36807 29608 37409 28610 21011 12712 15013 9214 17315 17716 20317 10318

appears with…

meredith613
!best445
grant397
!us248
!sunglasses230
!karaoke188
leigh169
fatty159
sarah133
!birthday127
!misshapes126
maddy124
!driving119
!kiss114
!strangers113
!beach112
!mirror112
jeet108
vin100
brett87

Not that I can't understand what it's like to be caught doing that. Hahaha.

Sleeping late means that I'd still be wide awake at like 6am in the morning. Rather than bother Meredith, usually I'd sit on her stoop for awhile chain smoking and listening to "trying to calm the fuck down" records and chain-smoking. And occasionally taking, "Whoa, I'm drunk," self-portraits like this one.

...long time no see friend Xiomara and...

I ran into fellow karaoke over-enthusiast Jamie Kirkpatrick who I immediate photo-chastised for drinking a fucking Original Sin cider...wtf???

Check out Silky Black Cowboy giving me the "I'll give you one guess which whiteboy's so gonna throw up when he gets home?"

From there, Amy and I ran through the rain looking to see who else was up super late and we prompty ran into...

...Amy K! Yay! While doing shots, I'd gotten a text from her that some serious karaoke was going down at Second and Second and I responded to that shit like Batman does to the Batsignal (the notable difference being that Batman doesn't usually turn up sha-sha-shitfaced).

Four or five shots deep (Don't do shots. Don't do shots!) I said goodbye to the birthday girl and crew and headed over to meet up with...

Afterwards, we went to Baramundi for a couple of drinks and it turns out that one of the bartenders there and her boyfriend both read this site. Read: FREE DRINKS! In a turn of incredibly bad luck though, it turns out that they were there to celebrate leaving the US and going to Australia (I think?). I told you that your pic would make it up here eventually! Hope the move went well!

Monday was equally eventful: Late night karaoke drive-by where I ran into long-time-no-see Alyssa...

Awwww.

...and got a smooch!

Me wishing Ellen (my new friend!) goodnight.

Hahaha. It hates having the mask stolen!

Sheal and I: Misfits foreva.

Nick and his gf giving me the not-so-subtle "get a load of this guy."

Me and Leigh.

Bellies full and all buzzed up (Josh, what's going on with your torso?), we rallied and decided to head over to MisShapes.

HardAzNails 2005.

Who looks like a little Mexican bee? Tinny does!

...The Tinny and the other Sarah L.

...Leigh smelling her fingers??? WTF? When the bar's empty it's pretty much a given that I'm going to take out my camera and try to get everybody to do stupid gangsta poses.

Me and Sarah...

...until I snatched the mic with the quickness. He didn't know about my...

We sat near the stage and for some reason every single comedian took time out of their routine to make comments about my hair. (WTF?) The last comedian of the night was Godfrey (self-proclaimed "star" of a few 7up commercials) who went so far as to call me up on stage as the "token white boy" that he tried his best to make look like a square...

...chocolately center of SOUL! Hahaha.

...Gina (aka "SmellsGood BonJersey")...

...Liz's birthday party at New Blu Cafe.

Amanda (the girl who advertised her friends' band with stickers on her boobies back at Sarah's crazy bday party that was at my old apt) and me.

..then we went way uptown to see a movie at the Times Sq Megaplex. (Of course I read Star! Shhhh!)

...her antique fur coat. (Queue "Big Pimpin'" mp3 now).

Then late night, we met up with the lizzadies...

It was insult to injury afterward when I met up with Meredith and she broke my winning streak by beating me at Scrabble. Boo.

Here's Em and I at the brunch table making cranky faces because it took over an hour to get a table at Essex and then another HOUR to get our food after we'd ordered.

Besides getting some great boob pics at the party, I also won a $20 bet. This girl was talking about the movie Goonies and turned and asked me "Hey, what was the name of the lumpy head guy?" "Sloth," I told her. "Sloth Fratelli." She was like "That's not even close." Anyway, I was positive that it was this his name. We were gonna Google it, but no computers were around. In the end, we decided that we'd walk around the party and ask other party-goers the same question. If at least five other people, unprompted by me, named the lumpy-headed character in question as "Sloth," I'd win $20. If, I couldn't find five partygoers to corraborate, I'd have to pay her $20. Needless to say, I had that shit wrapped up in about three minutes. Here's me with the girl I made the bet with. Hahah. (Just for the record, I'm so right.)

It takes me about ten seconds to spot a rowdy, drunk girl in a crowd. I started goofing around with her and snapping pics...

A party tit flash!

First self-portrait of the year.

Who's my best friend? Awwww.

As much as we love each other, we had to break our embrace before the countdown ended.

..Pee Break!

Awww.

...to hop the L train to Williamsburg where we ran into...

Grant has mastered the art of jumping and making "relaxing looking" faces. Most times when I end up doing it, I'm making a face like I'm pooping.

At best, I manage to look surprised.

Which usually leads to some Holiday cock-touchin.

We left the party and headed back to Beford to catch the subway. Check out this "off to see the Wizard" shot that either Katie or Siege managed to snap. Hahaha.

And then quickly learned why she's so good at giving them...she bites. I hate it.

I tried my best to give Meredith a hickey (I had no sucess either).

That ain' coo.

First ugly-face of the year!

Duet time!

Liam schooling me on dinosaurs!

Abby agin.

I have no idea why Emily and I are making these awesome faces. I only know that they're awesome.

I even managed to get a kiss!

In fact, we never actually lost a game; instead, we decided to retire (and leave Pat's in general) when one of the really drunk patrons who was tired of us winning (and probably tired of me being there with the only three women who had full sets of teeth) threw a pool cue at me. Despite having about 6" and 50lbs on the guy - it was Jesus' Birthday so we decided it best to be on our Merry way (well that, and the fact that I'm a huge pussy).

Rachael and me (I'm just noticing now how much that black sweater of mine shrunk in the was - it's starting to looking like a god-damned baby-tee. Jesus.)

Because I didn't help cook, I got voted to be the dishwasher. Bollocks.

Here's the Xmas Dinner pic. Jordan, Jeanine, Pappi, My mom, Dave and Pat Litte and Mer and me.

Here's Merdith and my Christmas portrait impression of my parent's matching outfits.

Mmmmm...pan-fried pierogies before bed.

After we were done opening presents, we had a contest to see who could turn the Christmas tree on from the greatest distance (the tree's hooked up to a clapper, remember?). Here's me celebrating my win all the way from across the room. My dad said my ability to clap the loudest probalby had something to do with my "callused palms." Whatever that means. hahaha.

Here's me with my portable Wolverine drive! (When you're traveling, you can copy over the pictures from your full memory cards to this little bad boy, then erase the cards and keep shooting).

(I only got red sparkle-glue on mine.)

After the party, we came back to my house and snuck up to my old high school bedroom to write cards and wrap gifts (and no, my room didn't look like that in high school. I had waaaay more Iron Maiden posters up. Somewhere in the twelve years since I moved out, my mom redecorated my room and turned it into Wussland. Maiden still rules, though. Seriously).

Lefties write funny.

Writing out last minute sentiments to Maw and Paw.

Here's me with my comedy shirt from Aunt Barb and Uncle Tom!

Woooo!

...New Jersey Lottery Scratch Offs! Hahah.

We raided the stockings and found the usual goodies....

...and here's me and Mer. (You love my Christmas sweater - go on, say it).

All of the kids usually end up hiding in the corner by the food and get krunked on free Scotch! Check out my huge, mooney I'm drunk at 2pm face. Hahah.

I lost.

These are Meredith photos of where I was teaching my mom a game where you take turns pretending you're laughing in an attempt to make the other person laugh for real.

On Friday morning, my dad and I hit the town to do some last minute Christmas shopping.

Me and Amy Albano!

On Thursday, Meredith and I took the train out to NJ to my parents. Then we hopped in their car and headed down to south Jersey to visit the Birds (they're my Great Uncle and Aunt). Here's me with my dad.

And what better way to head into New Jersey than with a supertight 50%-spandex muscle tee?

I'll kick this entry off in Meredith's apartment with a re-cap of a few of the presents I received - here are my glow in the dark skull socks!

No, you're the man now, dawg!

(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.)

Oh my!

Only because her nipples wanted all the attention. (Hahaha. Amy look at the look you're giving me out of only ONE eye. Hahahaha).

If you ever see me fixing you with my smoldering sex-stare, it probably means that you're about to get...

Me and Vin. (Boy! Everyone's got a website these days!)

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.

Here's what Grant thinks of me. Hahah.

While Jake was shaving his giant, hairy nuts - Grant and I headed over to Lit for Colin's late night basement karaoke.

Karen loves my brunch ettiquette.

Me wearing Sarah's Coke-Disco54 glasses.

Emily doesn't approve of my messy eating.

Hahaha.

...awwww yeah, me. Still number one! Still number one!

Mad props to Meredith for managing to keep her cool while being sandwiched between two ha-ha-hunks in man-kinis. I don't know how she did it.

Who's that lucky foggy lady in the middle?

There's nothing worse than "outgrowing" a swimsuit.

Scotch in the hot tub? Who's more 1978 than us?

Back at my parents house later that night we all decided to take a hot tub! The only swimsuit I could find was the one I was given from when we dressed up as Grease Mermen for the Mermaid Parade all the way back in 2001!

I don't mind other people being really funny as long as they don't mind me laughing so hard that I get really ugly. This was my reaction to Scott trying to trick Grant into confessing that he'd used Sun In in his hair.

← newer

page 34 of 54

older →

a photo diary · online since december 1996