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sarah

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!misshapes49
me39
meredith15
!dj14
!best13
leigh13
niki12
!boobs10
!karaoke10
!kiss10
catrinel7
greg the boyfriend7
!prom7
!105 bowery5
!beer5
grant5
!lick5
andy4
!brunch4
gina bonjersey4

sarah — Sunday morning I went out for brunch with Sarah, Meredith and Karen.

sarah — On Saturday morning I went around the corner to meet up with Lizzie and Sarah for brunch at TeaNY.

sarah — Sarah and SmellsGood BonJersey.

sarah — So we're all sitting around chatting and out of nowhere, Leigh comes over, sits down on Sarah's lap and then with no warning, slips her hand into Sarah's top and cops a feel! (It was probably her proximity to my Ruffled shirt that sent her over the edge).

sarah — "Then why don't you snuggle on up and rub yourself all over the ruffles? Yeah, that's it. Like that."

sarah — Roddy, Sarah and me.

sarah — Shhhhh! Ruffles!

sarah — Sarah resisted at first...

sarah — Sarah and Josh.

sarah — Josh and Sarah.

sarah — Leigh, Sarah and Charlene.

sarah — Smellsgood, Michael, Sarah and Karen.

sarah — And we celebrated Geordan's birthday!

sarah — Sarah and Meredith getting their Star O' David on.

sarah — On Saturday morning we headed over to St. Marks Place for some Thai brunch at Why Curry? (right across the street from Fatty's house!).

sarah — Sarah and Karen who were DJing at Red and Black.

sarah — Adrianne, Sarah and Caryn.

sarah — Leah and Sarah.

sarah — Awwwww! Thanks so much guys! You are the best friends ever. (Sorry I moved back so soon!). I started to put my gifts away and they were all like "No, no, no. After all the time we spent rounding that stuff up, you're wearing it at the party, CALIFORNIA BOY!"

sarah — Hahaha.

sarah — Group karaoke! Adam Mandell, Brother Lawrence and Smellsgood Gina on back-up vox with Sarah taking the part of cheerleading dancer.

sarah — Later that night we ended up at Sarah's apartment (where I made another AWESOME face).

sarah — ...hulahoop party! Wait, huh?

sarah — The next morning I met up with Sarah...

sarah — Sarah looks cute while Greg does the creepiest impression of a lizard I've ever seen.

sarah — Even Karen can't keep her hands off those things.

sarah — Oh, maybe it's because I'm double cupping her boobies.

sarah — Why does Sarah look so put out?

sarah — Sarah and Meredith copping a feel up Karen's thigh.

sarah — Sarah and Meredith.

sarah — Sad Sarah and Niki.

sarah — Then we re-met up with this one (I will smoosh her face) and went over to Milk and Honey.

sarah — ...slice open fruits! (No, seriously.)

sarah — Sarah took off her razor blade necklace and used it to...

sarah — Sarah's all tight with them and shit (they played her prom party, remember?!?) so after the show we got to go backstage and hang out (which was pretty neat-o). Karen, Sarah and Brandon.

sarah — On Monday night, I went with Sarah, Niki and Karen (not pictured here) to the Bowery Ballroom to see...

sarah — We got to Red and Black and found the lovely Tarts of Pleasure manning the decks (er, cd players).

sarah — Bwa-hahahahahaha. No caption could make this picture any better. Period.

sarah — ...Troop 103 had her tounge down my best friend's yob.

sarah — Ultrascout and a friend. Grant kept going on and on about how cute Sarah looked in her little outfit and then the next thing you know...

sarah — Moving to San Francisco in less than twenty days. (What the fuck was I thinking?)

sarah — Same picture, but this time someone managed to sneak in a crafty 'FUCK YOU, BIRTHDAY BOY" finger into the mix.' Hahaha.

sarah — Girl Scout Sarah and Leigh.

sarah — Hwe, Tiffany and Sarah D.

sarah — Sarah was pretending to lick my stomach...but more importantly, how much does my wrist in the background look like a flacid, veiny dong?

sarah — Sarah and uh, a guy who was in town from LA who's in some band.

sarah — Meredith and Sarah dishing some double-nipple love.

sarah — Splitting a cab home with Sarah.

sarah — Y'all look like sisters!

sarah — Meredith danced so hard her ass actually burst forth and split the entire ass-seam of her pants. Cat and Sarah lifted the shirt she tied around her waist and contemplated the damage.

sarah — And Sarah joined the schweaty danceparty.

sarah — Leigh and Sarah.

sarah — Leigh and Sarah taking a time out.

sarah — Sarah goes for the pour!

sarah — We left my house and headed right around the corner to 6s and 8s for some Spin Magazine party that was going on. Here's Tricia, Sia and Sarah.

sarah — A little past eight, we decided to hit the subway and head back to town.

sarah — When the boardwalk got too crowded, we retreated to the beach. Some guy that I think was a friend of Greg's, Sarah, Catrinel, and Greg (of the now defunct GregtheBoyfriend. Sniffle). The best thing about Coney Island (other than the Cyclone) is that there are these magical Puerto Ricans that roam the beach with ice cold sacks of beer. If you can manage to flag one down over the din, they'll sell you frosty beers for like $2 a piece! Some of you that were on the boardwalk might've heard Sarah screaming "Dos cervezas, por favor!" Actually, some of you in Manhattan might've heard her. Girl's got lungs.

sarah — On to Coney Island! Sarah and the Fatty on the boardwalk (check out the guy behind Fatty accidentally making faces at him).

sarah — Oh, and to do re-enactments of the Chinese face Grant accidentally pulled. Mmm....racist.

sarah — ...hugging Sarah in my undies.

sarah — Then later that afternoon, Sarah and I went to TeaNY to pick up Leigh's cake for her bday party later that night at Misshapes (those pics coming soon). Before we bought her a whole cake, we decided it'd probably be wise (ok, delicious) to sample a slice first.

sarah — The guy was so drunk he couldn't even tell us his name. Sarah thought he was cute and kept suggesting that she take him back to her place. Hahahaha. Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure!

sarah — The party was a little quiet, so we finished our forties of OE and cabbed it over to the west side of Manhattan to check out...

sarah — Niki and Sarah again.

sarah — Later that night, I went over to Sarah and Niki's and we got dressed to attend a P.Diddy-in-the-Hamptons inspired "White Party" in Brooklyn. Sometimes a true playa's gotta roll with both dark and light meat, ya heard?

sarah — Sarah and a winky man that I do not know.

sarah — ....THIS! Ten minutes of Photoshop magic later, I'd successfully hidden Sarah's identity with a strategically placed "extra can" of Sparks in Karen's hand. Hahahah. While impressed with my skizzills (I mean, you have to admit, it is pretty good), she told me she'd still prefer to run the other one.

sarah — ...Karen's 23rd birthday! Wooo! I brought her a six-pack of Sparks to help instigate some birthday trouble (more on that later...hehehe). The day after the party, I took all my pics and posted them into a "sneak peek" gallery for Karen (because she assumed, correctly I might add, that it would be "like six months" before I finally got around to posting them here).

Anyway, somehow a photo editor at Rolling Stone saw this pic and wanted to use it for a blurb about Sparks in an upcoming "What's Hot" issue. I was stoked. A day later, she realized that Sarah is an editor at Spin and apparently didn't want to prominently feature and editor from a competitive magazine doing something "hot." She went back through my pics and found another photo of people drinking Sparks that Sarah wasn't in and asked if she could use that instead. "Well, Sarah's not in that photo, but the problem is: I'm not either." (And hey, I wanted to be doing something "hot" in Rolling Stone, ok?) So I asked her, "What if I can figure out a way to hide Sarah?" She was like "I don't even know what you're talking about." That is, until I sent her...

sarah — Here's me giving Sarah a hug for inviting me to what was one of the best private shows I've ever seen (and probably marked the last time the Killers played a venue that holds less that 300 people).

sarah — Leigh, Sarah and Sarah Wilson.

sarah — Clockwise: Sarah, Ronnie, David, Mark, Some Guy, Jake (Spin's publisher), Matt Pinfield (Ha!), and Brandon.

sarah — Sarah closing the festivities.

sarah — Take, for instance, this picture of Kusum and Sarah. If I kept showing band photos, I wouldn't be able to tell you that even though Kusum's an editor at a fancy magazine these days, back in 1998 she was doing keg-stands in my basement.

sarah — Ok, here she is announcing it. I just think the picture above is hilarious and wanted to include it.

sarah — Er, dates. (Sorry, Niki). Actually, as much as I'd like to pretend I was the prom queen's man, she was really there with Mark (the tall guy from the Killers). I just managed to steal a kiss.

sarah — ...Sarah took the stage to announce The Killers.

sarah — ...but Meredith quickly slid over into the driver's seat (or maybe it just looks that way because she's taller?).

sarah — ...uh-oh! What's going on over here? Looks like Sarah's going in for the smooch...

sarah — Sarah singing along on the floor.

sarah — I'm shocked ladies. Really. Just shocked.

sarah — Cat, Sarah L, Sarah H, and Meredith.

sarah — Karen giving Sarah's cleavage a little "hot dog in the bun" action. (Sarah's expression makes this pic a serious contender for Photo of the Night).

sarah — Sarah and Paul.

sarah — Me and Sarah.

sarah — Goodnight!

sarah — I don't even know what's going on here. Am I trying to bite Susan's finger?

sarah — Sometimes my late night photos look like Twister.

sarah — ...dropped his drawers to reveal a pair of white, meshy ladies panties! Sarah knows: Panties are No. 1!

sarah — Sarah, Dan and Karen.

sarah — DJ Smurf.

sarah — Big Macs make girls want to touch each other.

sarah — Take three, this time with a little Alex Chow thrown into the mix.

sarah — Uh, I don't think that's very Smurfy.

sarah — Sarah, Nikki and Leigh.

sarah — And again.

sarah — The late ngiht crowd there was kind of weird, so I ended up hanging out in the little DJ booth with Sar, Nikki (the F.B.O.V.) and Leigh.

sarah — On Sunday afternoon, I went to a backyard BBQ and Sarah's place. (Seen here cheering for boobies).

sarah — Sarah's still trying to come to grips with my disturbing discovery. (Postscript - All kidding aside, Sarah was there to interview Vince/Jon for her Spin column...after she waited around for over 5 hours, he left right after the show and totally skipped out on her interview. (Which led to her calling him out as a "fat bitch" in print. Hahahahahah.)

sarah — There was something really sad about the fact that Vince Neil's big comeback show was sponsored by Endurance RX. The "Daily Sex Performance Booster" for men that's devilvered in a tasty chocolate chew. (Which according to their website "Makes muscle contractions more forceful by promoting release from the nerve at the neuromuscular junction." Ew.) This picture was taken around 10:30 and Vince still hadn't even arrived at the venue. We went and spoke to the organizers and they told us he was running a few hours late. Hours? They told us to try coming back a little after midnight. So to kill time we went to a nearby dinner and had coffee and pie and ice cream.

sarah — A few minutes later we ran into Hal and Jason (and Sarah cupped her boobie yet again).

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