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August 01, 2003

Boys Weekend in Newport Part Four: Race Back to NYC

Sunday morning we all woke feeling surprisingly alright (considering the amount of drinking we all did). We were a tad achey, but hey, nothing a big, greasy diner breakfast wouldn't be able to fix!

So we headed to some greasy spoon joint right on the main drag in Newport.
diner
colin, fatty, frank, grant, seth
The Six of us looking surprisingly not-hungover (um, expcept for Fatty).
brunch ˆ colin ˆ fatty ˆ frank ˆ grant ˆ seth
Hanging on the wall in the diner was a group of framed pics which contained a picture of a guy that I thought might have been my Uncle Stephen (the guy on the left). So I took a picture of it and emailed it to my Aunt Cathy, but it turned out not to be him.
doppleganger ˆ meta
colin
After breakfast we said our goodbye and hopped in our respective rides. Colin, shown here in his Ford Focus SVT (only 7,000 made yaknow!), headed back to Brooklyn solo and Seth headed back up to Boston solo. Grant, Frank, Fatty and myself decided we were going to go back to Manhattan and see "American Wedding." We split up into two cars (me with Fatty, Grant with Frank) and decided we'd have a race back to NYC. First team to make it to the movie theater wins. Aw, yeah.
car ˆ driving ˆ colin
Fatty wasn't fucking around - as soon as we hit the open road, he was pushing the Probe for all she had to give.
Look, it's, um, a brige.
bridge ˆ driving
fatty, me
I was trying to take a video of us rocking out but took a picture instead and managed to capture us in the midst of some pretty serious MetalFaces (check out Fatty pretending to play kit in the background with his DrummerFAce in full effect. Hahaha).
best ˆ driving ˆ metal ˆ point ˆ fatty ˆ me
fatty
Needless to say, Team BatFatty was victorious. We're #1! We're #1!
number one ˆ fatty
me
We even had enough time to grab a calzone at the pizza parlor around the corner from the theater. "No Fatty, you're the man now, dawg." (As much as I'd like to solely credit our win to Fatty's superb driving, Frank's inability to operate a motor vehicle and his lack of understanding of even the most basic of traffic rules probably didn't hurt our team either).
point ˆ me
frank
That, my friends, is the look of defeat.
frank
grant
With the race over, we headed up into "American Wedding." (aka - "The Biggest Piece of DogShit Movie I've Ever Seen.")
escalator ˆ grant
fatty, frank, grant, me
One last pic with the New York Four.
fatty ˆ frank ˆ grant ˆ me
grant, tara
After going home and showering and unpacking, later that night I went over to Blue & Gold to meet up with Grant, Tara and...
grant ˆ tara
me
...special guest star (via the magic of Photoshop)...[drumroll please]
bar ˆ get a load of this guy ˆ point ˆ me
me, michael martin
...Michael Martin! Hahahah.
get a load of this guy ˆ photoshop ˆ me ˆ michael martin
me, michael martin
This one's even better. Ready?
me ˆ michael martin
me, michael martin
Shazam! Drink up, big guy! (That pic of MM was taken back in the day when he wasn't ashamed to hang out with us *sniffle*).
me ˆ michael martin
grant, tara
Afterwards, the three of us stopped into Max Fish for a drink and Tara grabbed Gran'ts luggage (don't worry, that's really just Photoshop too!).
best ˆ tuggin luggage ˆ grant ˆ tara