June 26, 2004

Brunch and Karens 23rd Birthday Party at MisShapes

Uh, not much of an intro to write here. On Saturday I had brunch and then later on, went over to MisShapes to celebrate Karen's 23rd birthday!

meredith — After weeks of hanging out with Meredith and Leigh separately, we made plans to meet up for brunch at Kate's Restaurant...

leigh — ...and have some hipster sandwiches. (Tinny's pulling the sad face because she had a bit of a fever. Awww, Tins!). After our meal at Kate's, we headed over to Thompkin's Square Park to hang out with...

...NAKED MAN! Hahahaha. This old dude is always chilling there in a lil' Speedo-type thang and from certain angles (ok, most angles) it looks like he's buck naked.

leigh, me — The reason we sat near him, is because I knew it would get the girls...

leigh, me — ...all hot and bothered.

meredith — I mean, you can't so close to a naked, Santa-like man and not get a little...

meredith — ...hot under the collar.

Later that night, we headed over to MisShapes to celebrate...

me, 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...

me, 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.

bridget — Here's the one they ended up using. And now...

bridget — ...THIS clipping is pretty much taped to every bodega's booze cooler in the Lower East Side. I could've been immortalized! Damn.

grant, meredith, sarah h — Okay, back to Misshapes. Here's Grant (earning bonus points for his Rolling Stone shirt prescience) Meredith (making a Mr. Magoo face) and Sarah "Wish She Didn't Have a Boyfriend" Harrison. (Just to clarify - that's me wishing, not her.)

leigh, whisper — Here's Leigh (making a funny face because the music was really loud and she had *no idea* what the woman was saying to her).

brother lawrence, me — Me and Lawrence.

amber, me — Crazy Amber in the house! Wooo!

amber — Amber was in full-effect that night. Every time Lawrence would look away, Amber would start dancing all sexy and freaking him from behind without touching him. Do you know how hard it is to dance all fast behind someone without touching them and accidentally giving yourself away? Girl's got skills.

grant, meredith — Grant doing "The Molly."

meredith, sarah h — Meredith and Sarah.

Around 2am, I snuck into the back office and helped prepare the cake the Sarah and the Misshapes kids had gotten for Karen.

Sarah kept her occupied upstairs and we managed to sneak up and surprise her!

peter g — Awwwwww! Happy Birthday Karen! (Note Sparks colored roof of mouth. Hahah).

carlos — Karen and Carlos.

bridget — Karen (enjoying the nameplate from her cake) and her roommate Bridgette - who had just turned up from a comedy show she performs in.

Which is why she had this all over her bum. (Or at least that's her story).

Karen pretending to touch Sarah's boobies.

carol, marjorie — Marjorie clearly not-pretending with Carol's mah-mah-mamms.

catrinel, meredith, sarah h — Sarah, Cat (Too bad you think her shirt's a joke) and Meredith. C'mon lizzadies, you can do better than that.

catrinel, meredith, sarah h — There we go. Thanks.

me, meredith, sarah h — Me getting ready to put my boobies on Sarah.

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

Ok, so now it's well after 3am and things are starting to heat up on the dancefloor. After watching Rachel dance dirty with a bunch of other girls for a few songs, Grant couldn't take any more and snuck Rachel over onto a stool in the corner for a...

...sorry. Guess you're going to have to use your imagination now.

Hoo-ah!

Meanwhile, back on the other side of the bar, Karen and I found found Brother Lawrence making out with Bridgette! Uh-oh! Right around this time, I asked Karen if she wanted to take "a birthday photo with my balls" (because, as you may have surmised by reading this site, I'm just that kind of guy). Not only did Karen accept, she raised the ante and agreed to take what is probably the steepest ball photo on my site...

Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus. The orange tongue says it all.

Here's my revision of the piece that Rolling Stone ran about Sparks. Check out the new headline. I think I just may have missed my true calling as a copywriter.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAREN! (Oh, and sorry about the whole "Now you'll never get to be president" thing.)