After everyone woke up we headed around the corner to meet up with the rest of the gang over at Nolita Tavern for Saturday night Sid and Buddy Karaoke.
...Colin gets dirty with the imaginary girl he was dancing with all night (But I don't think he managed to take her home with him at the end of the night! Oh, snap!).
Here's us teasing Colin about his nicknamed being changed from "Big Daddy" to "P.Dinky." (The entire story will be explained in a diary entry that probably won't be allowed to be realeased until the year 2030 *sigh*).
I met up with Colin and his friend Jen at Pianos. And then we went to Nolita Tavern for some karaoke action. I love how both Colin and Fatty are always making faces behind their date's backs. Hahaha).
My friend Allison (all the way on the right) showed up with three friends. Bonus points to Big Daddy for popping up and making that face in the background! Hahah.
Around 10:30, the living room was getting over-crowded and people started spilling into the guest bedroom (Big Daddy, Fatty and Sarah pimp by the window).
Ten minutes later and Big Daddy's still standing in the same exact spot (I wonder how much of that had to do with the cutey in the short skirt in the background? Hmmmm? Too bad Colin kicks it to girls about as well as I play the French Horn. Booo-yah!).
"We're going to party Karamu, fiesta, forever! Come on and sing along!" Talk about lyrical foreshadowing, jeeeez! Colin (aka - "Big Daddy") stepped up to the stage and got the crowd feeling nice with his rendition of Lionel Ritchie's schmoking hit "All Night Long."
Saturday night Grant and I stayed in watching TV at my house until like 1am (losers) and then finally got our asses in gear to go meet Seth (who had just come down from Boston) and a bunch of other people at Antarctica. (L to R: Seth, Big Daddy, Grant [looking tres Billyburg in his gay-ass, cocked, camo hat] and me).
....a night out on the town! Seth being a pimped-ass high roller, he called in to have a limo chaffeur our asses around all night. Nothing says class like a white-stretch with neon underrunners, baby.
After a hard day of shopping and further sullying the repuations of Americans in general, we went back to our fancy hotel and got all dressed up for...
In Montreal, we met up with the three other guys (who drove in from Boston). Seth (the guy next to me), Chef (not pictured because he's being blocked by Fatty's head) and the uber-scary (and therefore edited out of most of the pictures) Ethan (gee, can you figure out which guy is the sociopath in the pic...c'mon, look carefully.).
Here's the New York Five, coldlamping in front of our pimpin' rented Blazer. From Left: Grant, Dave "Fatty" Fateman, Colin "Big Daddy" Gentle and Frank "Seven Layer" Picarazzi.