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.)