I'm not sure who this guy is or whether or not the drunk girl was a friend of his. He was sitting next to her the whole night and he loved that everyone was posing with her.
And then after dropping my parents off at home, I swung up to visit Scott but his two rugrats had gotten the best of him that day and he nodded off shortly after I'd gotten there. Bonus points for falling asleep with a full beer and managing not to spill any.
As people started passing out all around us, we decided it was probalby best to pack it up and call it a night. We'd made it through the night without anyone even trying to pick a fight and figured it'd be best to quit while we were ahead.
On the way home, I was happy to see that my local McDonald's has re-instituted it's "Free Nap With Every Value Meal" policy. I know how it is lady, the McChicken makes me sleepy too!
Lit was still a little quiet, so I tracked down Laura and aked if she and James wanted to close out NYC with me. They were game so I went over to the Soho Grand to pick them up only to find total hotel-makeout naughtiness in effect.
We showed up around 9pm and everyone there had pretty much been drinking all day...so instead of enjoying lovely conversation with new people, we just decided to fuck with the guests that had passed out. Here's Grant posing with our new buddy.
So after we took the first few pictures, we went around the party and started showing them to people just to see what their reactions would be...turns out, most people wanted to also pose with our passed out buddy (Except for the guy's close friends, they didn't want to be in the pictures, they just gave us the guy's email so we could mail him the pics a few days later...which I did).
No stranger to whipping out my own bag, I handed over the camera and teamed up with Grant for this amazing photo. (Look at our faces!!! nd bonus points to me for actually resting my nuts on the guys chair.)
A mysterious hand works to adjust the "I'm a Drunk Guy" Napkin Hat while Jessica busies herself making faces at Brian. Now that's what I call teamwork!
Oh, wait a minute. There not cozied up...actually, this woman, whom none of us had ever met, got so drunk she passed out on him! (But not before she managed to have 10 drunken, pretend conversations on her cell phone. HAHAHA!)
Bar #3 - 7B, 2:47am: Okay, after dropping Melissa off (regrettably, alone...she opted not to make-out with that girl) we headed over to 7B to see if the Nerve crew was still kicking up any life and we found this. Jesus.
...that his head was repeatedly smacking HARD against the window on the bumpy dirt road. Highlight comes at the 0:30 second mark when Chris brake-checks him like a crash test dummy. Hahaha. "Someone check his pulse!" STOP PUTHYFOOSING AROUND!
