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....
Later on in the evening, Lo and I reprised our version of Meatloaf's "Paradise By the Dashboard Lights" which was last heard at her birthday party last April.
So we're in the back of the bar and we see this guy (Scott Weinstein) who totally looks like a bizarro version of our friend Dave Fateman. (Click here to launch the comparison window).
If you look over Tara's head, you'll see a dude in the background. If he hadn't moved right at the last second, you'd be able to see that the reason we're making those faces and pointing is because of the...
Saturday night Grant and I stayed in watching TV at my house until like 1am (losers) and then finally got our asses in gear to go meet Seth (who had just come down from Boston) and a bunch of other people at Antarctica. (L to R: Seth, Big Daddy, Grant [looking tres Billyburg in his gay-ass, cocked, camo hat] and me).
Grant was so miffed that one caricature of me apparently wasn't enough. So he drew a second one of me; this time including a scathing cation that read "I'm so good." Ooooooh!