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September 27, 2003

Visiting Sammy Out in Hoboken

Oh man, this was a dooooooooozy of a Saturday...

fatty, grant
It started off with a phone call - I was awoken Saturday morning by Grant who put out the word to the Fatty and me: Saturday brunch was to be held downtown...waaaaaaay downtown. That's right y'all...
dim sum ˆ fatty ˆ grant
...it's Chinese Dim Sum brunch at Mandarin Court down in Chinatown. Here's Grant cutting into a, um, actually, I'm not sure what it is. Mmmm! Tastes like mystery!
dim sum ˆ food
And then you know how once you do something a little unhealthy you're all like "fuck it?" Well, in that spirit, we decided later that afternoon to head to Corner Bistro for 1/2 pound burgers.
restaurant
fatty
Oh, and somewhere along the way we decided that our 1/2 pound burgers and plates of fries just wouldn't be complete unless we each ordered a bowl of chili too.
burger ˆ food ˆ ketchup ˆ fatty
Oh man, tell me you didn't just drool on your pants by accident.
burger ˆ food
grant
Tha Grizza wiff some fries.
food ˆ french fries ˆ grant
me, sam m
Right before dinner, I'd gotten a surprise call from my friend Sammy (who I hadn't seen in almost four years!).

Sammy had just helped his friend Shane move into a new apartment in Hoboken and wanted me to come out there to meet them as they celebrated Shane's birthday. I walked 10 blocks, hopped on the PATH at Christopher Street and headed towards Jersey. Twenty minutes later we were reunited!
me ˆ sam m
me, sam m
From L to R: Shane the birthday boy, Crazy (yes, his name is Crazy), Sammy and me. After hanging out at this place for a while, Shane, who was tired from moving all day, called it a night.
crazy ˆ me ˆ sam m
On the way over to some bar called O'Donohughe's, Crazy made friends with a homeless Puerto Rican guy and they sang us some songs together in Spanish. (Which was extra entertaining because, um, Crazy doesn't speak Spanish)
best ˆ crazy ˆ sing ˆ strangers
When we walked into O'Donohughe's, we were assaulted by really crappy nü-metal music blasting on the jukebox. As we ventured further into the bar, it turned out that it wasn't a jukebox; oh no! Instead it was a totally amazing cover band, covering really crappy nü-metal music. Ladies and gentleman, I present to you Beneath the Skin!
band
These guys were really fucking amazing players, they just kept covering songs by the shittiest band! Case in point, according to their site just some of the artist they cover include Puddle of Mudd, Staind, Trapt, Hoobastank...need I go any further? (PS - Is that dude on the left wearing a fucking hockey mask while playing? Awesome.
band
Oh, and did I mention that Vito Covino, their lead singer, dresses like a fucking ninja? Hmmm, now that I think about it, if I've learned anything from Hollywood, it's that there are two groups of people that you don't fuck with: Itailians and Ninjas. Considering that the lead singer of this band is an Italian that dresses like a ninja - I'd like to take a moment to re-iterate that I thought that the band was totally fucking amazing and that I just didn't like the music they choose to cover. Everybody square on that? Ok, moving on...
band
me, sam m
Let's hear it for aggro cover metal! ARGHGHGH Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! WE'RE SO ANGRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYY!
crazy ˆ the bird ˆ me ˆ sam m
ANNNNNNNNNGRRRRRRRRRY!
crazy
sam m
ANNNNNNNNNGRRRRRRRRRY!
sam m
In the pit...FUCKER! I'm ANNNNGGGGRRRRYYYY!
crazy
sam m
Why is it that every sketch bar in Hoboken has a black, leather "lap dance" couch tucked away somewhere in the corner? Sammy shows some pink.
best ˆ couch ˆ sam m
sam m
Then he got topless! This was too much - after thrashing about on the dancefloor, Sam got hot and decided that he was going to take his shirt off. The bartender came over and was like "You gotta put your shirt back on." Sam was like "But I'm hot!" and the bartender was all "Ummmm, sorry you're hot, dude. But you gotta put your shirt back on." Hahaha.
best ˆ sam m
sam m
Somewhere around this time we realized that Shane and the rest of the group (of about 10 other people) had totally disappeared on us. I think our dancing embarrassed them and they just plain fucking left us.
crazy ˆ the bird ˆ sam m
me, sam m
With everyone else gone, it was time to play some Big Buck Hunter II! Wooooo!
big buck hunter ˆ videogames ˆ me ˆ sam m
sam m
Here's Sammy lining 'em up...
big buck hunter ˆ videogames ˆ sam m
...and here's Sammy with the big triple miss.
big buck hunter ˆ videogames
sam m
And bringing such disgrace on his family name, he really had no choice.
best ˆ big buck hunter ˆ videogames ˆ sam m
And here's me scoring a TRIPLE BUCK BONUS. Aw sit.
big buck hunter ˆ triple buck bonus ˆ videogames
sam m
I turned around to taunt Sam and was met with this charming sight.
crazy ˆ man ass ˆ sam m
me, sam m
Shortly after that, it was closing time. I bade farewell to Crazy and Sammy...
crazy ˆ me ˆ sam m
...and headed back to the PATH train.
subway platform
me
And concentrated on not puking all over the platform while I waited for the train. Oooof.
drunk ˆ me