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Emily and me.

Rimriffic!

Making the rounds late that night I ran into Lauren and we got to talking about how much we both loved...

Me and Tins.

Even a broken arm wasn't going to get in the way of giving NYC on a Monday the thumbs up. Shortly after 4am, the boys returned to Queens with smiles.

Remember how Fatty and I played frisbee in the park on Sunday? Well, we ended up befriending two Italians that were visiting from Milan. They'd been in town for a few weeks, but were staying in Astoria and told us that they'd been disappointed with the NYC nightlife they'd seen. I gave them my cell number and assured them I'd take them out and show them a good time. So on Monday night we met up and I took them on the rounds. We started off with a few drinks at the Fish.

I must've gotten into a fight or something late on Sunday night...imagine my dismay when I woke up Monday morning and realized that I'd been punched right in the neck. Really badly.

Vin and (squinty) me.

There was something really sad about the fact that Vince Neil's big comeback show was sponsored by Endurance RX. The "Daily Sex Performance Booster" for men that's devilvered in a tasty chocolate chew. (Which according to their website "Makes muscle contractions more forceful by promoting release from the nerve at the neuromuscular junction." Ew.) This picture was taken around 10:30 and Vince still hadn't even arrived at the venue. We went and spoke to the organizers and they told us he was running a few hours late. Hours? They told us to try coming back a little after midnight. So to kill time we went to a nearby dinner and had coffee and pie and ice cream.

We were standing at the top of the backstage stairs next to a bunch of magazine photographers. Everytime someone would come up the stairs, they'd all go crazy and take a million pictures. We didn't recognize any of the "celebrities" they kept freaking out about so Sarah and I decided we were going to try to see if we could trick the paparazzi into thinking I was someone "picture worthy." I gave her my fancy-looking camera, went across the venue and went downstairs using a different set of stairs, then came back across and came up the "photo opp" steps. When I got to the top, Sarah screamed my name and started snapping pictures of my like crazy while I made "Hollywood faces" like the one you see above. Needless to say, none of the other photographers even budged.

After brunch we went back to Karen's apartment to watch the entire first season of The Office. Oh, and to play with a Karen's wigs.

We tried a few different camera techiniques but failed to duplicate the "golden coronosphere" lighting effect around the edges of the wig.

Hahahah. Who?

J.Lo's on NUMBER THREE but there's only one gal for me. (Awwwww.)

But it's ok, I just ended up playing it off like all I really wanted was an Alice Cooperesque cane to point at people with.

Somewhere on Thursday night I ran into the Julia and Nina. Julia had to get up for work and couldn't stay out late but I managed to drag Nina over to...

Me and Nichelle's red beret (which is still in Lindsay's room BTW). Happy Memorial Day!

Do you know how hard it is to make a serious "I'm pretending to be in ecstasy" when someone's hysterically laughing into your crotch?

Hahahaha.

I wasn't about to let Sarah and Cat be the only ones to receive sweet, sweet mime-head. I quickly buddied up with Karen (Look at Tinny's face...heheh)

I have no idea why I'm licking this hula hoop.

On our way over to Sarah's with flowers for the hostess. Leigh used to live right by Sarah's apartment, and wanted to show me what she called some "very special murals."

Me? Don't you worry about me, I'm cool (and staying in school).

Sarah had gotten off the decks and decided to join us cutting some rug on the dancefloor.

We waited through another few minutes of gagging and gurgling, but there was still no "big payoff" like before.

Uh-oh! Speaking of tah-tah-trouble. Tinny was in the house.

Geordon playing grab-ass.

Sarah was looking so juggalicious I just couldn't help myself. DISCLAIMER: For the benefith of certain potential readers (Umm, namely Sarah's overprotective brother) I'd like to point out that my mouth isn't actually on Sarah's boobies - it's just an optical illusion - honest!

Later that night, I met up with Vin (who coincidentally turned up wearing a PGMG shirt) and we headed to...

Lori Craven even managed to sneak away from her two babies and came up from Souther Jersey to see the show!

Towards the end of the evening, Monica who'd just gotten into town from Miami showed up! (You may remember her as dreamgirl who took me to a wild dancparty a few New Year's Eves ago).

This shot's practically an ad for Pabst.

Hahaha. Yep, that's definitely a Bon Jovi face.

Looks like Jovi to me.

Party face.

Vin and I singing along.

Please, like I need an excuse to smooch this handsome boy.

Me licking Candy's eye.

Then copping a quick feel on the Choi titty tip.

Making him sing with his pants down after being tricked into thinking he was about to get a lapdance? Thumbs down!

I met up with Leigh (seen here making her fierce "smells like catshit" face).

Westside!

Then afterwards, I bid farewell to everyone and went to meet (the newly blonde) Vinay at nearby Cherry Tavern.

Hahahah. What's up, we look eight.

After the grilling was done, we hit Ave A to wash down our burgers with some cones.

I made the mistake of falling asleep and got royally brained by Grant (who gets extra points for braining me while also "showing stem." Steep.)

Hey ladies, do you like our manly cut-off jean short legs?

That's right, turns out Fatty had graciously decided to bring me a matching pair out cut-off jean shorts.

Hoooooooo!

...CAR RADIO DANCE PARTY! We put on Hot 97 and freaked to the beat of today's phreshest jams, yo.

Here's Siege (aka - Clayton James Cubitt) the Grizza and me in our rental car leaving the city.

Me flustered for making an idiotic driving mistake.

Based on our inability to find the dirt in Poughkeepsie, the column was killed. But hey, milkshakes, right?

There were also some really amazing pictures of Siege and I sneakily posing next to all sorts of angst-ridden crazily dressed teens, but one of Siege's hard drives failed and those pics are now lost forever! Boo!

Siege reviewing the night's less-than-spectacular results while I try to make Blue Steel faces.

See? All part of that "master plan" I've been talking about.

The best thing about writing the piece was it meant I got to take Leigh aside and ask her dirty questions about sex for two hours.

Leigh came out from behind the decks to show Karen and I the secret message on her stomach.

No use crying over spilled beer. Especially when it can be fixed with a smooch.

Vin and I also saw a guy whose ass was...

Fatty half-heartedly rocked out in the backseat...

Fatty and I were tired so we stopped at a bodega for some weird, bullet shaped energy drinks. There were only two can left...

On Thursday night I went over to Bar13 to say hi to Sarah who was DJing.

Herman the Karaoke Cowboy Jew was there - and he knows a good thing when he sees it.

Let's end the month on a more wholesome not, shall we? Bubble gum again! Happy May! Woo!

Me and Ellen.

Later that night I met up with Leigh and I traded her my Ray Charles for her Jackie Os.

Lorelei, Bibs and me.

Me pulling my most successful "get a load of this fuggin' guy" face with on an unsuspecting Travis.

Me, Audrey and her friend.

Amber and my magical disappearing chin.

Me leaning back to capture Jayme Waxman's awesome, and totally non-ironic Skid Row t-shirt.

Grant, Jamie Kirkpatrick and me.

Me and Sar. The best thing about sitting next to people who keep kosher is...

Hahahaha

Some weird boy was hitting on Julia and despite her best efforts to get him to go away, he just kept at at. So when she looked over at me and gave me the "come help me!" look, I went over and in the middle of him talking to her starting giving her a dirty, dirty lapdance. Audrey had my cam and managed to capture my "I'm sure a bad girl!" face.

Despite probably being the oldest people there by, say, oh, I don't know...eight years, we still managed to outlast all those little fuckers.

Saturday night I met up with Vin and Mandy and after hanging out in Lit's sketch basement, we decided to head over and check out Misshapes.

And there were no girls anywhere in sight. We killed our free Rolling Rocks and promptly got the fuck out of there.

"Yeah, Candy. Her, right there. She's the one I'm taking home. Mark my words."

Now for something a little more wholesome, it's a bubble contest! Here's mine!

Any time you end up wearing a silver sparkly bandana, it's usually a safe bet to say you've had an interesting evening. And hey, the month's only half over. Click here for Part Two.

After leaving Sin Sin I was still wide awake (dance parties will do that to you) so I decided to stop in and check out the late night scene at Happy Ending on my way home. As soon as I got downstairs I ran into Counter and Susan. My hair was so sweaty from the dance party that Counter asked me if it was raining outside. Hahaha. Ew.

"Hey, don't sweat it.She didn't give me one of those on my birthday either."

Speaking of fucking great, I ran into Natascha and Karen Marsala in the crowd!

Hahahahah. Holy fuck. Who knew Justin Timberlake had a brother with Down's Syndrome?

Actually, looking at this photo I'm going to have to take away Dennis' bonus points and award them to Vin.

After Colin's party, I hopped on the nearby L train and headed to Williamsburg to meet up with Vin and check out a party Leah was having at her loft.

Eva and me. Her hair is redder than my shirt.

Me screaming because I managed to get a picture of Aya's friend Fyuko who hates being photographed. Gotcha!

Amber, Tha Ladies' Choice and me.

Me (looking like, ummm, a cobra) and Bonnie.

...this fucking amazing picture. Hahaha. Look at Fatty's eyebrows!

Is there anything in the world better than a photo where Fatty's giving the cocked, disco eyebrow?

Yay, party!

Amber caught me singing along.

And we ran into Amber!

A few minutes later he saw me carousing with these ladies and offered to take some pictures of us. He said this one was nice, but he wanted something...dirtier.

How's this? (Check out Amber totally doing the sneaky reach-around boobie grab). Hey Amber....

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