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Neither Grant nor I had ever tended bar before in our lives. We arrived a little before 8pm for some "basic training" from Bret.
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Apparently, I was spending too much time fraternizing with the guests, so I got demoted to bar-back. Here's me cleaning glasses. Oh, the humiliation.
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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.
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Amanda and me.
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Good thing we both wore bras that night, otherwise all of tips Jen Crowe kept stuffing down our shirts would of just fallen on the floor.
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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.
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Brett with the fam.
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After a quick change, we headed over to the Opera House for a ceremony celebrating Brett's major.
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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).
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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.
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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.
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What's better than this picture? Seriously.
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Oh, wait. This picture, that's what.
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Grant with a beer big enough to put his light-weight ass in the hospital.
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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.
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With no sign of spring in sight, Grant and I headed over to Ace Bar for a little Big Buck Huntin' action.
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And here's my mounting my way towards...
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...a Two-Poled Grip Swingset.
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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).
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Everyone there knows me (and my stupid jacket).
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You get a kiss...
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And here's Marisol. I met these two hizzoes on the internerd and then finally met up with them in real life randomly one night at Filter 14.
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When I was playing with the settings on my new cam I must've accidentally switched it into the "ugly-ass faces" mode.
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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!
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Erica, Grant and me.
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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.
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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!
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Let's hear it for my home state, the Garden State!
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Making new friends through the universal language of music.
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Me singing George Michael's "Faith."
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Me with our new friend (who was gracious enough not to get all "kung fu" on Grant for pretending to sing in Chinese).
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Michael, relatively new to our "scene," clearly missed his cue to troe down a gangsign for the cam.
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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).
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Winnie's didn't have paper tablecloths so Grant was forced to draw his nightly picture of me on a karaoke request slip and hold it up for the cam.
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EmEm, me and Grant.
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Tara and I making fun of the pic that was taken of us the night we met at Pianos back in January.
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Me and Tara.
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Me and Sarah.
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Look, see how my hair's wet? The real buck hunting action gets so intense I actually broke a sweat.
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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.
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The party at Manray started winding down at around 2am. Everyone else crapped out and went home but Lo and I headed over to...
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Brian Battjer and Betsy Brown at Bowery Bar.
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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.
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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.)
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Emily, Tara, Tiff and me (look at Emily getting all frisky with my coco-jugs).
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After AdultWorld we went over to Karen Marsala's birthday. Here's me and Karen Landes.
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The old "slip the pineapple up your shirt" party trick. (Check out homeboy in the foreground, he totally knew what was up).
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"Houston...we have mullet."
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Grant also managed to get me back by conspiring with Eric to snap this pic of Eric planting one on me.
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Cah-cah-creepy, right? Do you know what's creepier?
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I escaped, unscathed. (...for now...)
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Oh, and did i mention that I apparently have a gay, bizzaro twin? Check him out.
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Remeber that smiley guy from the previous pic? Next thing I know, he's trying to shuck my face like a clam...
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...and we finally managed to blend in at The Hole. "Haaaaaay!"
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Look! It's Britney Spears!
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The Hole: 10pm. (Me, Grant and Eric).
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A night out with Grant just isn't complete these days until he's laid down his almost-perfected caricature of me.
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The nicest thing about the evening was that my dad was there. (I love those earrings on him).
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Look! Operation Iraqi Freedom chalks up another big victory by intercepting what was almost a French Kiss. You're next Saddam! *shakes fist*
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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....
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Jason Schwartzman. Those are gangsigns. O.R. they?
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Mattymatt and I dusted off our Jodeci faces (circa 1995) and pimped them bigtime.
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Mena Suvari. We talked about how there really is nothing more beautiful than a plastic bag getting blown around the city. You know?
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Me with the infamous Em & Lo.
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Hey, look! It's practically the same picture that kicks off any one of these stupid goddamned diary entries of mine! L to R: Alisa, me and Emma.
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Now back to the party. If you don't know who that is, I'm not going to tell you.
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Josh, Grant, and Vin.
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Check out Josh pulling the best "drunk grumpy face" since he passed out standing up against a wall while waiting in line for the bathroom this past Halloween.
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Damn. We're still glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife, you know what I'm saying?
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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.
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While I did my best to channel McCartney's scream...
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Grant, me, Emma.
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Erica, Grant and me.
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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).
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Me and Anita.
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Me, Tara and Lauren. Tara says it looks like we lifted her out of her wheelchair and propped her up between us for this pic. Hahaha.
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Ah, that's better.
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Chris, Marisol, Priscilla and me.
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Me and Lauren.
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February 26, 2003
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Sure you can dance, but that doesn't mean that Josh has to like it.
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Smoochy, smoochy.
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Me repping with the Bowery Pizza guy on the way to work. (Holy creepy photo).
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Me and Tara.
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And for Valentine's day you get a.....SCHMOOOOSED FACE!
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Tara and I.
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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...
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Jen Dolloff, Emma, Lorelei and me.
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Friday, later on the week, Tara and I headed out to...
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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).
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Me and Dens. Yo, I challenge you to find a photo that has more C-List, low-wattage, Internet celebs than this one.
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Haha. Rufus, Bibbins, Ayvee Deebee, Peter and me.
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Grant licks Lorelei's hair while I try to make the "I can't believe Alex made out with half of our interns" expression go away.
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From L to R: Lorelie, Tookie, Alisa, Grant and me
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Thumbs up from the boys!
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Here's my reaction shot with Lisa after she had finished lip-wrassling with Mr. M.
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And give the birthday girl a smooch.
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Who loves you Big Daddy, eh? Who loves you?
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Which made Colin just a leeeetle jealous. So...
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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!
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Grant (pulling yet another Pomodoro Pizza Guy Face), Tiff, Sarah and me.