i keep a diary

December 01, 2002

Grant Gets Wasted

Fatty, Grant, Colin and myself were kickin' it over at Don Hill's on Saturday night when we got a call from Sarah. Her parents were in town from CA and we went over to Lotus (yep, she was chilling with her parents at Lotus!) to meet up!

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The Fatty, Grant and Colin already pretty drunk at Don Hill's.
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Look! It's John Tesch! Nah, actually that's just Sarah's parents' friend, Rex. From left to right: Rex, Mama, Sarah, Steve and Papa.
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Grant and Mrs. D.
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Sarah D & Brian B.
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That's right, I'm not afraid to do the infamous "invisible wiener dance" (mad props to Greg Whitkin) in front of other people's parents.
dance ˆ invisible wiener ˆ mime ˆ me
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Grant and Sarah.
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*Smooch*
kiss ˆ surprise ˆ grant ˆ sarah d
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Somewhere around this time I noticed that beyond drinking a drink bigger than him, Grant was also smoking...
smoke ˆ grant ˆ sarah d
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...er, sort of. Upon closer examination I realized that he while he was holding a cigarette and even putting it in his mouth and puffing purposely, he wasn't inhaling any of the smoke. When I teased him, he goes "I've never smoked a cigarette in my life."
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Me: "Oh, really? Why don't you try inhaling?"
Grant, drunkenly: "Ok!"
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Me: "BWA-HAHAHAHA!"
Grant: "*cough, sputter, cough, cough*"
best ˆ cough ˆ grant
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Grant was sweating this chick for awhile, so after he finished his ridicu-normous-sized drink he mustered up enough liquid courage to go up and start dancing with her.
best ˆ dance ˆ strangers ˆ grant
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Turns out, the chica was totally diggin his shizzit and started cutting some serious rug with him.
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What's better than their opposite "black 'n' white" outfits? They look like they came out of a skit from "Laugh In."
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You know, life's funny: One minute you're riding high at a fancy-smancy club in the West Village and dancing with a hot chick. And then just 10 minutes later...
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...you're crosstown on the Bowery splattering your own shoes with vomit.
barf ˆ best ˆ drunk ˆ grant
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But Frank said it best: "That's life." You just gotta pick yourself up and get back in the race.
drunk ˆ embarrassed ˆ thumbs up ˆ grant