Anyway, due to this misunderstanding, we had to try to sleep sitting up on a really bouncy train. Here's Meredith (who was already feeling totally sick) decked out with a sleep mask, ear plugs and our one inflatable neck pillow.
...and immediately went to bed! We'd hardly gotten any sleep the night before and figured a nice long nap might help get our bodies adjusted to local time.
After gorging ourselves, we still weren't tired (our internal clocks were all effed up!) Bernadette busted out the DVDs of the show How I Met Your Mother (which we'd never seen) and we stayed up late and watched a bunch of episodes. A little after 4am, this mouse passed out on the couch so I woke her (grumpy ass) up and we headed off to bed.
Meredith took this totally embarrassing photo of me because she says I sleep like a "naked synchronized swimmer" and after years of posting totally embarrassing photos of pretty much everyone I know, I figure it's only fair that I occasionally get a taste of my own medicine. (And, also because it presented me with an opportunity to create a new photo-tag called "man ass."). Happy June 2007!
I came home from work on Thursday and found Meredith asleep on the couch like this. Hahaha. I guess she needed to recover from our big night of sugar, Sparks and movies.
Mexi Brunch + Margaritas = Sleepytime! (aka - The Best Photo of All Time). This is one of the photos that the longer you look at it, the funnier it gets.
I woke up bright and early on Thursday morning. Before waking Meredith up, I decided to take a few pics of how she sleeps: facedown, completely covered in blankets except for one leg (just one!) that she holds up in the air!
OMG, this photo makes me LOL on so many levels. I love how Grant's covering his mouth. That's because he knows that if he makes so much as a peep, I'll spring awake with the quickness and swat him right in the bean bag. I also love this photo because it looks like I'm dead and I can already envision my own funeral where my friends will be pulling this same exact bullshit next to my open-casket. (And Meredith will probably be the accomplice that takes the photo. Just like she did here!)
Two more hours later and I'm conked the fuck out. Meredith managed to slyly sneak my camera out of my pocket to capture me in all my gape-mouthed glory.
After a long day of the beach and then cooking in the kitchen, Mer passed out early! I woke her up from her little nappity nap, and then she and I took the train back up to NYC so that I could head to...
I had to catch a super-early flight the next morning, so instead of waking Emilie up, I just left her a thank you note (and apparently took this creepy photo of her sleeping. What's wrong with me? Why do I always take pics of sleeping people? Hahaha.)
I woke up early on Saturday morning and went over to Meredith's to wake her up to go to the beach...but not before I snapped a few pics of her sleeping with her one leg up in the air. Hahaha. Then we met up with the Fatty and hopped the subway on out to...
I got home late to find my lovely lady sleeping in her favorite position (feet up in the air crossed at the ankles) and snuck into bed with her, happy to be home. As difficult as my trip was, it was also one of the most rewarding experiences I've ever had - so if you have any interest at all, I highly recommend it. (Although, I found it very hard to keep up the expected practice once I returned to my normal life. According to the Vispassana way, you're supposed to meditate for at least two hours every day, and you're also supposed to abstain from all intoxicants. I managed to stick with the regiment for about 4 months before I stopped daily practice (and started boozing it up again).
On Tuesday night, Grant, Meredith, Jake and I went down to Amanda's apartment to watch a bunch of movies we'd rented. Meredith fell asleep and was spared.
When I'd come back to Meredith's apartment late at night, 90% of the time I'd find her like this - crashed the fuck out on her futon (with pillows to smoosh her!).
Uncle Wayne broke all his own holiday records by managing to fall asleep
before the meal! (Caption taken from Meredith's
recap of this very same day that she posted almost a year ago when this shit actually
happened. Nice one, babe.) In order to top himself next year, he's
actually going to have to fall asleep at the wheel while driving over.
The mover's had already come and taken all of my stuff (to California!). Meredith was out of town for the weekend and was nice enough to lend me her apartment.
...then Doug and I took the NJ Transit train down to Sea Side Heights to meet up with my buddy Scott who was down there on vacation with his sister and his two kids. Here's Doug crashed out on the train with his sleepy seatmate.
Later that night, Leigh got caught in the rain and decided to have a little nappity nap on her records while waiting for a cab. (I didn't take this pic. She emailed it to me the next day).
Afterwards, we hit the park where I quickly lapsed into a hamburger-induced slumber. (Yo, check out my "haven't shaved in two days" dirtstache. Suh-weet.)
...and then promptly fell asleep. On the road, I kept calling Scott trying to tell him that we were on our way and to wait for us at Tim's dock, but he'd forgotten his phone and Tim's boat, the "SS Farley," sailed across glorious Lake Hopatcong without us. Boooooo!
...Fatty and his band were staying! Fatty and Scott (the band's road guy) had gotten into town from NYC via van earlier that day and were kind enough to let me crash in their room. Thanks guys!
...which means BLAMO!, she's instantly asleep ten minutes later on the ride back north. My mom will get drunk from only a sniff of the barmaid's apron. Hahaha.
And then after dropping my parents off at home, I swung up to visit Scott but his two rugrats had gotten the best of him that day and he nodded off shortly after I'd gotten there. Bonus points for falling asleep with a full beer and managing not to spill any.
I'm such a lightweight - nothing makes me sleepier than having a few beers in the afternoon. Not wanting to be at anything less than full capacity for our big night touring Essex's finest nightclubs (ok, ok and also wanted to spend some more QT with Gemma's fragrant pillow...mmmmm, Gemma), I opted to take a quick nap. Somebody snuck in (the Fatty, I think) and managed to grab this pic (which is one of the few pics on the site of a person sleeping that doesn't also have someone's genitalia in close proximity to their face).
(Update: Ok, in Grant's
defense I have to post something from an email he just sent clarifying
why he was worried about the whole plane thing. Turns out he
wasn't worried that I'd be mistaken for a a terrorist,
he was worried that they were going to think I was
a spy. In
his email he included a link to story on the
BBC
news website about 14 "planespotters," people that
take pictures of airplanes as a hobby, that were
just convicted
of "espionage" after being arrested for taking pictures
of Greek military planes during an airshow there. Ka-ka-kuh-razy!
Good
looking out, Grizza. Sorry.)
Back at the condo after dinner, Fatty managed to get off a fairly decent braining while Grant took a nap. He was about to lean in closer, but Grant woke up (This kid's so high-strung a mouse fart'd wake him up).
We drove back to our resort and loafed around relaxing. Grant and I came back from reading outside on the porch to discover that our dear, dear friend the Fatty had made the fatal mistake of falling asleep with his headphones on. Uh-oh! We all know what that means!
The three of us headed back to our condo to try to convince the still-sleeping boys to head into town and getting some food. Check out the Fatty totally passed out from the previous night's exploits. Beeeeeg guy on a leeeeetle couch!
Fatty managed to snap a pic of the Grizza and I in a golden slumber before we got some breakfast and hit the road. (Luckily he wasn't there to capture the Golden Shower that had gone on a few minutes earlier).
3:41pm (Time Elapsed With No Sleep: 25h 11m). After lunch we got to the gate with about 20 minutes to spare before our boarding call which I figured was the perfect chance to finally chance to catch a quick nap. Right after Fatty took this picture, both he and Chris fell asleep and we almost missed our flight! We woke up just in time to catch the last boarding call.
Fatty's big plan was to pop a few Tylenol PM and sleep for the entire flight. But for some reason, he didn't stay asleep. He managed to get, oh, about 25 minutes of sleep before he was awaken by the stewardess who wanted to know what we wanted for dinner.
On the Friday before leaving for vacation, I headed out to NJ to hang out with the Fam. Right when I got into town, I stopped to visit my friend Scott (this is around 10pm), but becasuse he has to young kids and gets up for work super early, he pretty much fell dead asleep like 10 minutes after I got there.
After our (not-so) deliscous breakfast, Grant and I walked over to Tara's apartment to try to get her to come walk around the city with us. We found her all ornery, in a towel, refusing to get out of bed. Her plan was to just stay asleep until the power came back on.
Also, try to keep in mind that it's like 95 degrees outside. As our office started heating up (no AC, remember?), I decided to lay down and take a nap and wait for the power to come back on. I must've fallen into a deep sleep, because Grant managed to brain me pretty good. He loses points for not having my face in the pic, tho. (Thank god).
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...