Josh, Grant and myself with Jess and her "two friends." (Dennis Crowley said it best in a recent email: "this may be one of the best photos ever snapped with a digicam.")
So, with the party jumping, Andrew Einhorn, Spencer Tunick and I were ready to put our scheming minds into action. Spencer is an artist famous for getting thousands of people to get naked and lie down in public spaces. (Homeboy even had a fancy documentary called Naked States made about him. Ta-dow!)
At some point earlier in the night I asked Spencer (thinking I'd all shock him and shit), "If I can get a bunch of people to get naked, will you do one of your installations in my room?" Without missing a beat, Spence pulled a stack of postcards with his work on them and said "Hand these out and tell everyone that participates that they'll get a print of the shot. We'll shoot at midnight."
Just in case you're wondering why Vin's making that face it's because Grant kept holding his arm up next to Vin's and being like "Look, I'm darker than you! I'm supposed to be white and you're supposed to be the brown one, but I'm browner! Me!"
What, you don't believe me? See those two smoking hot, blonde hula girls? Yeah, that's right! They got so hot and bothered by my karaoke jam that right after i was done singing they took me in the bathroom and I totally got down with both of them! So who's gay now, huh? Huh?
Yo, you can diss and say that karaoke's gay and all. But you clearly have no idea what you're talking about because karaoke makes chicks totally hot and then they want to do you.
...doing my impression of a mime "taking on a huge dick." (See how I'm using my left hand to play with the giant plums? All you ladies out there take note!)
Special Guest Commentary from Grant Stoddard via IM: "As we learned early on, the main perk of bartending is having total control of the juke box *and* full license to play air guitar along to the metal anthems you select."
(Major bonus points taken away from whoever took this pic and managed to almost crop me completely out while I'm making what looks like it could've been the best "metal face" I've ever pulled. Curse you!)
As we gave out more and more drinks, we tried to start an "everybody show your tits" wave across the bar. I guess we were the only ones drunk enough to fall for it.
Haha. This is me and Grant with the staff at the Homestyle Cafe Diner. He and I have eaten lunch there a couple days a week for years and we've all become friends over the years.
Painting makes you thirsty - so I went into Grant's fridge to look for something to drink to discover that the only thing he had was this box of "Boing!" (Boing! is a fake mango drink that makes you want to say its name as you jump around with the box).
Vin and Allison slept over in my guest bedroom - and someone, Vin I think managed to snap this late night picture of me being a dork and working on this very site. That's right ladies and gents, that desk is where it all goes down.
Anybody who knows me knows that for a long time I've been totally fascinated by "Pomodoro Guy." (He the guy that stands on the east side of the Broadway/Spring intersection, right outside of our offices, holding a giant sign advertising the nearby Pomodoro Pizzeria). Anyway, after months of seeing him everyday and saying hi, things eventually progressed to the causal "about the weather" conversation - but one day a few months back I ran into him on my block (and found out he's my neighbor) and ever since then we've sorta become buds. Hence I will now refer to "Pomodoro Guy" as Jack - his God-given name.
Don't even get me started on the whole fucking mesh, trucker-hat phenomenon again. Suffice it to say that for a short while it was so out of hand that I actually resorted to having this shirt made up.
The jacket may have quickly been retired, but the "ElectroGrantClash-2k3" theme song it spawned lives on. (Make sure you ask me to sing it next time you see me).
You know, I always imagined I'd look like a badass on a motorcycle...but that's because when I'd imagined it I wasn't wearing a lime green, sparkly helmet. Look out ladies!
At this point we gave up on trying to find fun stuff to do in Philly and just sat in the garden outside of the museum. Ten minutes later we got kicked out of the garden because they were closing that too.
We ended up eating across that street at some god-awful, faux, Tex-Mex place where the bill was like $65 for the three of us to eat lunch. Lunch! Sixty-five bones! Bah!
Lo and I warmed things up with a not-so-great rendition of the '91 Spin Doctor's jam "Two Princes." (Yo, you might think this song is easy - but don't forget, there's like 2 minutes of hippyesque scatting at the end. Ugh).
On Monday night I headed to the "all lit up" Indian restaurant near the corner of 1st Ave and 6th Street for Vin's birthday! Vin's birthday this year was much more low-key than last year's sordid affair. Here's me and the birthday boy.
This is Stephanie - I met her online and we've been IMing for a long time and I finally randomly ran into her when I when to meet up with Caitlin and Betsy.
And here's me and the birthday girl! Right after I took this picture - the batteries in my new camera crapped out (don't worry, I've since bought the longer lasting kind). I'm gonna be posting more pics here soon from other peoples' cams (but in the meantime you can just check out the pics from Karen's birthday last year.)
Sarah Lewitinn (aka "ultragrrrl" from Spin magazine) and me later on in the evening at Lit. She's on the cusp of being famous enough to be included in the next section....
