After spening the night at Meredith's I went over to my room at Sarah's apartment on Saturday to grab my suitcase and then head to the airport. I snuck in expected the apartment to be quiet, but instead was greeted by Leigh, Karen, Sean and Brandon who'd all had a slumber party the night before!
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...
The maid's view of me in my room. This really doesn't do the room's at the hotel Kamp justice. Our rooms were awesome. They had phones next to the crapper.
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.
For a long time I'd been telling Leigh that she looked like Cindy Loo-Who (from How the Grinch Stole Christmas). She didn't believe me until she put on my giant red wool Union Suit and suddenly the resemblance was too uncanny to deny any longer. Hahahaha.
Right around this time on of the girls that had been sitting on Lindsay's bed (I don't remember who) starting screaming "Oh my god, we're all sitting in a HUGE cumstain! Ahhhh!" Linday came running into the room and tried to assure us all that it was a "bleach stain" but no one was buying it.
...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!
Oh, and because he was still shit-hammered and decided that it would be really funny for me to take a picture of him sneaking into my spare bedroom and waking Grant from his drunken slumber by attacking him "Evil Tiger Ninja" style. Hahah. This picture doesn't even begin to convey how "not ok" with this Grant was.
After icing my angry toe, I donned the lovely Gemma's sleep mask and slipped off to Nigh-nigh land to dream of slutty Essex girls and homeward bound airplanes.
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).
Remember all the way back in the beginning of the trip when Chris, Fatty and I were in Iceland and we had the "Guess what time the sun will rise" contest where the winner would get to sleep in Gemma's bed? Well, I won. None of us could figure out why Grant didn't freak out when we told him about what we'd said the prize was....until we discovered that Gemma had gone to Brazil with her boyfriend and wasn't even around! Here's me enjoying my winner's prize...and dreaming of Gemma alone in bed.
And to add insult to injury, Gemma's since gotten herself engaged. Boooo! Er, I mean congrats, Gemma!). We turned out the lights and tried to get some sleep in preparation for next day's whirlwind tour of the town and evening of Essex nightlife!
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).
So my big excited news is that I got a new camera! Woooo! I got the new Canon Digital Rebel and it's my first digital SLR. On the way home from work I stopped by Tara's to show her.
After the beach, Fatty made the mistake of trying to catch a quick nap amidst a roomful of rowdy guys. Check out Big Daddy calling in for back-up while Frank gives Fatty a lil' "hot dog in the bun through the sheet" action...
Grant had already gone to bed, so we decided to bumrush his room (he was staying in my roommates room) and wake him up by screaming and throwing the severed mouse head in bed with him. Here he is caught by the flash mid-scream...
We hung out late so I ended up crashing at Katie's where I surely would've gotten eaten alive by mosquitoes if it hadn't been for the battery-operated, ultrasonic mosquito-repelling keychain my parents had given me earlier on in the evening!
They had a bunch of beds on the main level and there were some girls kind of lounging around on them and all, but all in all it was pretty anticlimatic. And to add insult to injury, hardly anyone was wearing lingerie or even pajamas...
Sometime in the middle of the night, Jack's furnace stopped running and when we woke up in the morning, some ice cubes that had been dropped on the floor earlier in the night still hadn't melted. That's how fucking cold it was when we woke up.
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