Heather, Colin (formerly known as "Big Daddy" who from this day forward will be known as "King of Clocks" or K.O.C - go ahead, say it out loud!), Liz and Frank.
The gang getting ready to chow down. (PS - Already at this early point in the night, Chef, who you can barely see peeking out behind Colin, was so wasted that he kept screaming at the restaurant and almost had us thrown out).
Halfway through the song, he was joined by Shef, who was so drunk at this point he could hardly walk (which may explain why he choose to stay up on the stage trying to sing along with every single person until we eventually had to forceably remove him from stage).
"Whoa! Not coo', not coo!" Colin and Seth watched on in horror as Chef continued his a capella serenade detailing his wish to engage in anallingus with a stranger. It was around this time that Seth made the executive decision to get Chef the hell off stage.
In a crazy-ass coincidence, later that afternoon Colin and Heather showed up! They parked their set up a good 25 yards from us (so they could cannoodle in peace).
Stern Liz, Heather, Colin and Colin's hair (it's so volumnous, it's become a separate entity. In fact, from this day forth, Colin's hair will be called Bill).
It was awesome. He was totally surprised. The best part was with each turn of his head he'd spot another group of friends that were there and was more surprised with each new realization.
So we killed time by playing with the photo filters on my camera (Oh, and by making wisecracks about Colin's hair - but I guess that goes without saying).
Later that night I went out to Frank and Colin's place in Brooklyn to watch the Superbowl. (They actually had two TV sets set up right next to each other: one with the game on mute, the other showing HBO Sunday night TV! Hahah. Curb Your Enthusiasm was so much better anyway.)
Before Em & Lo went on, the fabulous Six Piece Nastee took the stage and warmed up the crowd. By the way, four of the six pieces of said nastee are made up by none other Colin (on guitar), Frank (on kit)...
A few minutes later, Colin realized he'd missed one of his quarter-hourly sunblock applications and we had to evacuate the beach before he spontaneously combusted. Um, either that or it was just getting late - I forget which.
So every once in a while, one of my friends will pull an expression in a photo that just begs to be Photoshopped into something else. Case in point - Frank and Colin were joking around and were pretending to flip a table and and then the next thing you know...
As the night gained momentum, we abandoned our little table in the corner and took over the couch directly in front of the stage. Here's Frank, Seth, Colin and Tara.
Yep, and this one too. (Although, now that I think about it, I think we all might have been singing the four-part back up bit to Aerosmith's "Love In An Elevator" in these last two.)
So we ended up having so much singing at Frank's that we decided to round up a crew and head to Nolita Tavern for some Saturday night Sid & Buddy Karaoke action. Emily Cmielewski was in town from Boston apartment hunting for a place in NYC so she came with Bev (who I also went to high school with) and met us there. (L to R: Bev, MLE, Grant, Fatty and Colin).
Big Daddy tearing it up with Huey Lewis' seminal "I Want a New Drug." Homeboy kicked it so hard he needed not one, but two blonde, hula-clad male dancers. Check out that face; the urgency - can't you see how much Big Daddy wants that new drug?
After breakfast we said our goodbye and hopped in our respective rides. Colin, shown here in his Ford Focus SVT (only 7,000 made yaknow!), headed back to Brooklyn solo and Seth headed back up to Boston solo. Grant, Frank, Fatty and myself decided we were going to go back to Manhattan and see "American Wedding." We split up into two cars (me with Fatty, Grant with Frank) and decided we'd have a race back to NYC. First team to make it to the movie theater wins. Aw, yeah.
As "last call" drew nearer, we bid the lovely ladies a fond farewell and hit the road to head over to some other bar where Seth and Frank knew the owner (If you look in the background behind my arm you can see Seth showing off the can of beer he snuck out of the bar by strategically hiding it in his asscrack. Sweet.)
A few minutes later, we convinced them to take more pics ("Taking pics is fun, right?") and Grant got in on the action.
Okay, I think it's safe to say that we were all pretty liquored up. At some point during the next few hours, every guy on the trip managed to get their luggage out...which leads us to the very first ikeepadairy.com contest!
After months of getting people to willingly pose with my balls, it was time to try something new: getting unsuspecting people to unknowingly pose with my balls. I discreetly whipped out my bag, and grabbed one of our new friends for a picture. I handed off the cam to Seth who totally shit the bed by not managing to get my balls in the pic. Doh! The rest of the guys in the pic (Check out Grant and Franks' faces) were laughing so hard that the girl in the black shirt was totally confused...
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...
One Glaswegian + One ManSkirt + Plus 14 Scotches = A Royal AssKicking Just Waiting to Happen. So when this Scotsmans rolled up on our sorry group and wanted to hang, we knew it was time to head back to the hotel.
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).