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Fatty, Charlene, Martin and Dani.
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We posed for one last group photo before all going our separate ways. Let's hear it for Halloween 2003. Wooooo!
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...it was time to seal the deal with some sweet, sweet makeout.
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After I was done showing Dani my moves out on the dancefloor...
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Dani and the Fatty (who, by the looks of this photo, has had a few drinks).
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My disco finger brings all the girls to my yard. I could teach you but I've have to charge. (By the way, if I die anytime soon, make sure this pic finds its way into the casket collage, mmmkay?)
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Hahahaha. Check me out all dancing all low up in her booty.
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Here's Steve, Charlene, Chris, Dani, Grant and the Fatty out on near the dancefloor and visibly liquored up at this point.
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Meanwhile, across the dancefloor, I was about to take Dani to a little place I like to call Jersey Boogie School.
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Best. Photo. Ever. Seriously though, who else can make the biddies giggle like the Grizza? NO ONE, that's who! Check out Dani all touching his chest and shit. Kid's the fucking mack.
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Oh, and let's not forget the lovely ladies! Charlene brought the cavalry! Here's me with Dani, Charlene and Tracey.
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Our schtick was apparently so convincing that they even seated us in one of the cool private rooms in the back (that we ended up sharing with Tony Chambers, the Creative Director for Wallpaper Magazine. Oooooooooh! Fancy!)
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You love my hippy hair. You do. I know it.
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Grant Morris aka Orangebeard the Pirate.
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Dani & Chris.
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With special guest backing vocals by Dani.
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Charlene doing her impression of the guy who let us in.
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Group shot.
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Charlene.
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After dinner, we stayed in Soho and upon Charlene's suggestion, decided to see if we could talk our way into the Kingly Club (which is this private, uber-exclusive, membership-only club that had only opened a few days ago). The rest of the group hung back and Charlene and I headed for the door to attempt to crash the club.
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So in the course of shooting the shit with Tony Chambers, it came up that we had wanted to sing karaoke that night but that the only place that we knew of had already closed. Tony leaned in close and in a conspirital tone told us about a private, karaoke speakeasy he knew of that operated afterhours on the second floor of a tiny, nearby sushi bar. After promising we'd keep it secret, he disclosed to us the location. (Looking back, he was probably just totally psyched to have our loud, American, clearly NOT VIP-asses out of his little private, members only backroom!)
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After eyeing all the platefulls of sausage, the girls couldn't help but want to snuggle up with tha Grizza.
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After a nap and some tea, we all met up later that night for pre-dinner drinks at a bar called The Social. L to R: Grant, Danni, Chris, Kate (I think), Layla, Fatty, Charlene and Grant Morris.