August, 2003

The August Roundup

So, as always, here are the pics from the month of August that didn't merritt their own entry, but are still site-worthy. Greasy bitches better recognize!

Tuesday, August 12th

As Grant and I were leaving the office for lunch, Grant went over to speak with John K., one of Nerve's programmers, who from behind appeared to be reading a book on the couch. Upon closer examination it was revealved that he was playing the old "taking a nap while pretending to read a book" trick. So after several failed to attempts to wake him (note the earplugs), Grant decided to not bother with the question and instead decided to...

grant — ...put his huge nuts right next to John's face for this choice photo! Hahahaha.

me, tara, vin — Later that night - Tara and I went to see the Fatal Flying Guillotines (friends of hers from Texas) play at Lit. Afterwards, we went over to SinSin and kicked it. (L to R: Vin, Tara, me, Jaime, and one of Jaime's friends).

Thursday, August 14th

vin — My friend Vin lives way out in Brooklyn, so when we we're out late in Manhattan, it's not uncommon for him to crash in the extra bedroom at my aparment. So recently, I'm downloading pics off of my old Canon Elph, and I find a series of pics like the one above. When I asked Vin about them, he explained: "Well, I woke up in the morning and I heard your roommate Victoria out in the kitchen, who I kind of think is hot."

Me, "So, what does that have to do with all these pics?"
Vin, "Well, I had to go to the bathroom and so I'd have to see her in the living room and I felt like I had 'puffy' hair and you don't have a mirror in your room, so I, you know, took a bunch of pics to check out my hair."
Me, "Oh, okay." "You know I'm gonna post these right?"
Vin (quietly), "I hate you."

Saturday, August 16th

Okay I know this a little random, but you know you're living close to Chinatown when your local bodega's got these stocked! (Hehehe. Just Kidding!) Anyway, "Snugger Fit?" Oh, man - what's worse than having to go up to the register with a package of these bad boys? Oh wait, having a girl you've never slept with before see this package before she sees your, um, package.

Not mention the fact that they're stocked right next to the fucking Magnums.

Monday, August 18th

Colin and I went over to Arlene's to check out Heavy Metal Karaoke (where you go up on stage and sing with a live band), but it wasn't nearly as much fun as it was back in the day - the crowd was taking it all much too seriously.

candy, me — So after my lack-luster performance of "Cum on Feel Tha Noize," Colin and I headed over to Nolita Tavern where we ran into Candy and her leather hat.

colin — Check out Colin! Your enjoyment of this photo just isn't fully maximized until you play The Village Peoples "YMCA" on your MP3 player in the background. (Although, "Raining Men" is a good subsitute).

Tuesday, August 19th

I was having severe wrist pain and I was worried that I was developing Carpal Tunnel Syndrome so I went to the doctor and got it checked out...

...turns out it was only an inflammed tendon caused by some sort of "repetitive wrist motion." I'm going say it's all the typing I do. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Friday, August 22nd

Look! It's Charlie! (aka "Shitty! The WonderDog"). So the story here is that Tara was super broke so she took a 10-day dogsitting job that she found on Craig's List not remembering that she's going to be in Cancun for the last few days she's agreed to watch him. So I decided to be a good friend and take care of him for her.

He was an Pekingese that had at one time been abused by his previous owners. So at first he was very nervous around me and didn't want to be touched at all (which was fine with me, because to be perfectly honest with you, Charlie's fur smelled like ass).

But over time, he grew used to me - and I sort of got sweet on Charlie too. I mean, look at him! How could you not love his silly, little face.

Right about now I'd like to point out how much Charlie looks like Falcor from the "Neverending Story." Dig it?

Look it's Happy Charlie!

fatty, grant — After getting Charlie situated at my house, Grant, Fatty and I suddenly got hit by "The Crave" (and uncontrollable lust for thin, onion-steamed, definitely not Grade-A beef patties). So we hopped a cab (yes, we actually took a cab) from the East Village up to 33rd and 5th Ave to go to White Castle.

fatty, grant — Let's see...fifteen boxes divided by three guys = *BURP*

Grant capturing a pensive me between a stack of burger boxes. (Actually, what he captured is me staring in disbelief at some insanely gorgeous supermodel-type girl who walked in, marched up to the counter and proceeded to order a fucking sack of burgers. Who would've thunk?)

Sunday, August 24th

colin, frank, grant, liz — Ah, yet another day trip out to the lovely Ft. Tilden with Frank, Colin, Liz and Grizzle.

colin, frank, grant, liz — I know I bring this up everytime I post pics of this place - but seriously, look at this pic. Can you believe this is about 10 miles from Manhattan?

grant — Update 12/3/2002: This is a new picture - Grant kept bugging me to replace the picture that made him look like he had a "fat back" with the above pic that makes him look "buff."

grant — Look! It's Count Beachula! The friendly, seashell-fanged gay vampire!

Later that night Count Beachula was a good enough friend to go all the way out to Greenpoint with me to interview potential new subletters for my old apartment in Brooklyn. Apparently, they're all about plants there now. Check out the view of the kitchen from the top of the staircase. (For all y'all that are new to the site, back in 2000, me and three friends of mine from college signed a five year lease on an empty loft - we converted it into a two-storey, four bedroom apartment, and since moving to Manhattan, I rent out my room there).

barlow — Out of the four original Indoorvillagers, only the two Andies are left. I know alot of you have probably looked at pics of the apartment, have seen how awesome the place is and have thought that it seems strange that in the past I've had a hard time finding sub-letters.

Well, I figure it's probably easiest to just post this picture of Andy, one of the guys that still lives there, as Grant and I found him on his way to take a shower. Things make sense now? Ok, good.

Our boring old subway ride back to Manhattan took a serious turn towards fun when we spotted this guy across from us with a toe ring and took turns with the camera seeing who could get the best picture of it with out him catching on. Grant won with this Toetastic pic!Saturday, August 30th

Saturday, August 30th

emily, fatty, grant — With summer on it's way out Grant, Emily, Fatty and myself decided to ignore the day's forcast for rain and head back to Ft. Tilden for a little deserted beach action. (By the way - take a moment to appreciate just how great the picture above is).

emily — See? Deserted!

fatty — Check out a Gatsby-esque Fatty maxin-an'-relaxin'. Unbelievable. Shortly after this pic was taken, it started pouring and we were forced to leave. (So we choose to go right to Burger King and celebrate the end of "bathing suit season" with delicious Whoppers with cheese.)

Sunday, August 31st

tara — Sunday night Tara and took the subway out to Brooklyn to join in celebration of Dave G's birthday party. After the party, Tara and I walked home across the Williamsburg bridge - she went home to go to sleep and I went to Lafayette Street to meet up with Grant and...

laure, louise — ...say goodbye to the French girls who were leaving the next morning for Paris!

grant, louise — Grant kissed Louise!

grant, me — We showed off our "French Faces." What eez zee poin? Ehhh?

grant, laure, louise, me — Hahahaha. Look at my eye peeking out!

UPDATE November 9th, 2008: If you've read Grant's book (and if you haven't, WHY HAVEN'T YOU?), this was the night that Grant was planning on finally getting in on with Louise but he ended up drinking so much that he was worried that he wouldn't be able to get a hard-on and took an entire 100mg pill of Viagra!

laure, me — Au revoir pour toujours, ma petite tomate!