a person in 802 photos in 2004

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Sarah, the lovely host of the party, managed to give me a smooch on my way out before...

...promply quasi-passing out on my shoulder. No more Manischewitz for you!

We also managed to catch a few party-goes (who shall remain nameless) engaging in some very unorthodox Passover traditions...

But then we realized that we're living in the golden years and everything was coo-day-la.

I don't wan' no salty mime kisses!

I ran into Amber who sang into a rose for the last of Sarah's wonderful set.

Give them away to the lovely ladies after the open bar closes. Awwww, yeah. I was like the Robin Hood of Good Times when I delivered these two freebies to Julia and her friend. Fuck you, bar!

Me and Karen on the floor.

I ran into the lovely K.Marsala yet again. I explained to her that the open bar coming to an end wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It was just simply a matter of...

...she snuck me into the room above the stage where all the bands and cool kids get to hang out. (In TV this is called the green room, but I don't know if bands also call it that...whatever.) Anyway, back here I met Mandy's friend from high school and we talked about how we were both embarrassed by that fact that we were both so excited to be "backstage." Hahaha. Dorks.

Me, Jenny and Audrey. You may remember that Jenny was on my shit list for a while for bringing her coked-up friend into my bedroom at Sarah's birthday part and letting him steal my fucking sunglasses (DIE!). But she made up for it be giving me her VIP sticker so I could go back and forth from the balcony to the floor without getting hassled by the security dudes.

And here's Tara driving me to the airport. Now before you blow your nut looking at all these Tara pics here's...

Here's Tara and I in front of some gigantic waterfall sculpture.

Right when I arrived, I ran into Victoria!

And then we went to some cool park to shoot the shit and catch up. After eating, we only had about ninety minutes to hang out before I had to head to the airport to catch my flight home.

And here's Tara and I making stupid faces.

After coffee we went and got Thai lunch (and made faces).

After Emo's, we went down the street to some club that was having a werid dance party inside. Here's me posing with the place's creepy (yet artsy) naked chick wallpaper.

Later that night, Stephen and I headed out together and went to have some Sunday night drinks at Emo's where I ended up meeting Dan Sharky, who I'd been emailing with for years!

I don't get to see my babygirl much these days, but we'll be a sweet dream like cake and ice cream until...um, until I guess one of us is dead.

Here's me going solo on THE OCTOPUS! (Thanks guys!).

"Hey dude, that's a fresh hat! I've never seen a cowboy skull hat." "That's because I made it myself." "Wow! You made that? I can't believe it! It's like a work of art - that you can WEAR! Say, you wouldn't mind posing for a picture, would you?" Bwahahaha.

I studied the guy running this game for five minutes and watched him effortlessly climb the rope ladder without capsizing (the rope ladder is anchored on both ends by swivel joints. If you make any sudden moves, it's spins around and dumps you off). After I was confident I'd figured out the trick, I paid my $3 bucks and gave it a go.

Sarah was letting me stay in her room, I figured the least I could do in return would be win her a big stuffed panda or something. But to no avail. Shortly after she snapped this pic of my valiant attempt, I went down like a bag o' bricks. Damn you, you misleading (yet surprisingly nimble) Carny man!

This is Emily - she lives in Colorado now but is originally from Austin. She and I started emailing a while back through my website. She was in town visiting her friend...

(An overly excited) Me and Many at the show. Turned out the rumors were true, shortly after we'd gotten there (and shortly after I somehow convinced the nice bartender lady to fill my backpack with cans of free beer) we entered a huge airplane hangar and got to see...

...met up with Kim, a friend of Grant and Fatty's that now lives in Austin, to see Fatty's band play a quick set one of the SXSW venues. (I don't have any pictures of their show because I was taking pics of the band using Dan's camera).

Before heading over to their new hotel, we piled into the van and went over to...(ps - Hey Dan, close your mouth)

My plane took off shortly after 9am. I was supposed to have a ninety minute layover in Chicago, and then I'd fly into Austin just in time to meet up with Sarah and company and see Mandy's band play.

Here, maybe this VIDEO will help.

seth's surprise party part two karaoke and afterhours

March 13, 2004

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Liz and me.

the drive back was uneventful. Fatty and I rokked.

Especially this one girl who spent most of the song dancing while leaning all of her weight against me.

After Fatty and Colin primed the audience and by the time I hit the stage to deliver a Bon Jovi smackdown, things were totally...

As we were leaving, Fatty asked me to do my re-enactment of Grant Stoddard's brilliant mime of a girl he saw in a porno taking on two guys. I don't know if a picture does it justice, but the whole joke is that she doesn't know what to do with the 2nd guy's dick so she just hits herself in the head with it.

Fatty reacting to the spectacle.

Here she is again with the lean.

After we closed out the karaoke place, we piled into Erinne's car and headed to some club that she would be open afterhours where we could all dance.

Something about tits! Ha!

Normally, I'd edit these down - but that blonde girl made so many awesome faces it just wouldn't fair to not show you all of them.

By the look on my face, I'm guessing it was something with high notes.

Seth called on the audience to help him sing his next diddy.

Seth, do you remember what the hell we sang together?

A bad name, indeed. Thanks for all the support ladies. You done made New Jersey proud.

When you do the Jovi right, girls can't help but touch their boobies! Hot damn!

Pass the mic around!

Who's a big virtual-reality video game-playing DORK?

I am! On my way over to the bathroom, I spotted a lil' arcade tucked away inside the billiard hall and I couldn't resist.

In order to move around in the game I was playing, you had to spin around with that thing on your had (which makes you look like a huge jackass - but hey, it's virtual fucking reality, dude! I might be a dork, but I'm a dork that just saved your palsy ass from INVADING GERMANS!). Unbeknownst to me at the time, Heather kept grabbing hold of the helmet and making it harder for me to move around. Very funny...YOU JERK! (Actually, it was really funny. I remember playing the game and almost breaking my neck trying to move the controller around thinking "Wow, this game is hard! It's like I'm actually having to move a real gun turret!)

Liz, Fatty, me, Birthday Boy, Heather and Colin.

We woke up early on Saturday morning, thought about skiing for a half-day, but when Fatty informed us that his pulled muscle still really hurt, it was the only excuse we needed to reset the alarm for noon and go back to sleep. We made it into the car a little before 1pm and started driving to Boston for Seth's surprise party.

All we really want to do is snuggle down in bed together and read gossip magazines and eat (delicious) Fudge Shoppe cookies. So busted.

After dinner, Liz left Fatty in the room to go make a phone call. We thought she would be gone longer and so when she came back early, she was given sneakpeek into what "macho" guys like Fatty and I do when there aren't ladies around we have to worry about showing off in front of.

First off, Friday was March 12th, so let me give a happy birthday shout out to little brother Brett! Happy TwoFour, playa! We got up a little before 8am and by 8:30 were were all dressed and ready for the mountain (PS - Hey Fatty, Captain Kirk just contacted me on his communicator - he wants his shirt back)

Here's me and the Fatster on the lift up for the first run. The first half of the day was great - but in the afternoon, the temperature dropped significantly and the mountain got super fogger. On one of his last runs, Fatty ate shit wicked hahd (that means he fell hard, for any of you not familiar with New England's quaint colloquialisms), and pulled a muscle pretty badly.

Vermont is far away.

And after we were done taking pictures of us doing things that you probably ever shouldn't do in front of a sign that says "Girl Scouts"...

Check out my blinging imitation Oakley Blades. You're wet, aren't you? (PS - Sarah pointed out that my dad looks like the dad from the Family Guy and I haven't been able to look at him without smiling since).

After we were done clowning around, I got on the horn and started making arrangements to sell everything we'd just found to a "vintage boutique" in Williamsburg for $200,000.

...that's right. The one thing my mom forgot to mention was that all of the ski clothes that they had were purchased at the height of the eighties' fluorescent colors craze. Check us out! (You may need to dim your monitor's brightness setting in order to do so).

Now, neither Fatty or I had been skiing in several years and so we didn't have any ski gear. We were going to buy all new ski coats and gloves, but when I mentioned our upcoming trip to my mom she said "We have a whole trunk of ski gear - why don't you boys come out and visit and you can just borrow from us?" With Fatty recently having left his job as well, borrowing as opposed to buying made much more sense. So on Wednesday night, we took Fatty's car and drove out to my parents house in New Jersey. After we were done marveling at the veritable cornucopia that is my parent's well-stocked suburban fridge, it was time to get down to business. My mom took Fatty and I over to their trunk of ski clothes, but when she opened it, there was a horrifying blinding flash of light that seared our eyes and forced us to our knees...

Hahahah. Holy shit. Fatty and I spent the next 20 minutes voguing while Pappi played Helmut Newton.

This picture was taken for posterity's sake - just so there'd be a photo record of what Amy looked like...

Cat and me.

Or at least it did until her friend decided to get in on it by rubbing his ass all over me.

Quicly became a duet. Er, sort of. This girl didn't sing with me, however, she did lay writing on the stage while I sang and did all sorts of crazy floor dancing. It significantly enhanced my performance.

A mere three nights later and Grant and I found ourselves back on Sid & Buddy's karaoke stage, this time down in the basement of Remote Lounge.

I'm just a poor boy nobody love me. Good night.

When Amber offered me a piggyback, I made sure I held on.

What started out as a solo performance...

In all fairness to Amber, I don't want everyone who sees this to think she was the only one who at the time was drunk enough to think that pretending to rim someone was the best thing ever.

Heh? Who?

You know you go out to much when you see yourself in a photo like this and ask "Wait, haven't I already seen this photo before?"

Keep in mind - not only was this happening in public, it was happening on public while I was standing on a stage.

Me and Amber doing our best Saturday Night Fever.

...invite the three of us to share the stage with him.

Yeah, when the ass worship photos start - you know things have totally spiraled out of control. In fact, after ass worship, only one stop remains on the embarrassing train of intoxication...

Me gettin' a smooch.

...um, interesting pictures.

I wasted no time and headed right for the stage. Grant manned my cam and managed to take some...

And then late night, I met up with Amber and Grant at M Bar for a night of Sid and Buddy Karaoke! Woo! The moment we walked in the door we were handed shots - compliments of...

After we were done watching Fatty writhe suggestively in a manner that recalled Tawny Kittain in a Whitesnake video, the three us of walked down to Mandarin Court for a Chinee dim sum breakfast celebration.

There's Little Fatty in the background! Then Pepper (wife of Little Fatty), Frank, Liz, Regular-sized Fatty and me.

Me and Kehau (who will be shocked that I actually remember her name if she ever sees this. I told you I'm good with names).

(Dear San Loco, How come when I'm drunk I can't help but eat you even though I know you always make feel sick? Your Friend, Brian.) After dos guaco tacos, Vin asked if he could crash on my couch because it was too late to bother going all the way back out to Brooklyn.

Then, somehow, we all ended up getting really, really drunk.

Look! It's crazy Amber and Jen D.

On Sunday evening, Vin and I headed over to the Tribecca Grand to see...

And then Vin and I headed over to Pianos to meet up with...

Me-let.

...that's right, y'all: FRANCES! Who could forget the septagenarian, chocolate, love-nugget that I French Kissed on my last birthday? (I'm so not kidding by the way, go on, click it. I dare you.) What's better than her cute lil' face pressed against my chest? She looks like one of the California Raisins! (Remember them?)

...try to brain Frank as he fussed with the mattress. Almost there...

Even after our gratuitious procrastination (read: SHREDDING) in the guitar shop, we still beat the U-Haul to new apartment.

Fast forward several hours later: After we'd finished loading up all of Liz's stuff into the truck (Frank's was already in there), Frank, Fatty and Liz drove the truck over to their new apartment. There being no room in the truck, and their new apartment only a short distance away, we decided to walk over. We were making pretty good time until...

Grant gives David the classic "Get a load of this clown" point.

Ok, at this point karaoke was winding down and everyone started getting a little "frisky." Uh-oh!

Hahaha.

Grant says goodbye to the two girls partially responsible for Grant spending $20 earlier on in the night. So much awesome.

Jamye Waxman and me.

Me, David K, Grizza and Chris the Greek.