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me21
grant10
meredith8
fatty7
!rental car6
!sunglasses6
!roadtrip5
!bridge4
liz4
!asleep3
david k3
!excited3
!las vegas3
miye3
!san francisco3
siege3
!van3
!nyc2
!sign2
!taxi2

driving — ...the fact that Vegas is in the middle of a barren desert totally smacks you in the face. On to NYC...

driving — Once you get away from all the new building and the palm trees...

driving — After DorkFest was over, Philip and I went to the MGM to get our gamble on.

driving — I drove Emily to the airport and we laughed about how Rt 80 runs all the way across the country and goes right through Succasunna, NJ, the town that we both grew up in.

driving — Then later that night I hopped into my car and headed into Chinatown to celebrate...

driving — Heading back home. (Home! Arrrrgh!) On the way home we stopped at a Rite-Aid looking to buy the game Scrabble. A few weeks prior, Meredith challenged me to play Scrabble online (I'd never played before!) and I ended up beating her - and she wanted a rematch! Anyway, in the store I noticed that...

driving — Even after seeing it a bunch of times, the views are so beautiful that it literally makes you go "Whooooooa!" every time you see it. I managed to snap this pic of Mer mid-gasp.

driving — After filling up, we drove back north into town, got some dinner and then went and saw Shaun of the Dead. And afterwards, we went to the Sony store and Meredith got herself...

driving — ...hopping in my car and heading down the famous Rt. 1 (the Pacific Coast Highway) to check out the view.

driving — Here's me picking her up at the airport. See how excited she is? I told you that my Nissan Sentra rental drives the bitches wild! After we'd caught up, I made good on something I'd been promising for weeks...

driving — On Tuesday, more office hunting. This time in the South Park area of town (where all the dot com start ups where based back in the day).

driving — Hey look! Alysha's back in town! And she got a new car! Here she is taking us kids out for a spin in her fancy new Audi wagon that she found on eBay. (Who buys a car on the national interweb? We are living IN THE FUTURE!)

driving — I woke up fully recovered on Wednesday just in time for my first day of work. Here's me on my very first commute down to our company's temporary offices at the VC firm that funded us.

driving — Sunset drive home.

driving — Going...

driving — Cab ride from the Lower East Side to JFK.

driving — Doung, Jericho and Liam on the way to us being dropped off at the train station.

driving — Ticket? What ticket?

driving — ...BRA AND PANTY SHOW! Woooo!

driving — I picked Meredith up in Midtown, went to the end of her street and when I turned right onto 5th Avenue, was immediately pulled over and issued...

driving — ...and drove to nearby New Milford, CT to pick up Vin at his parent's house and bring him back down to NYC (coincidentally, Vin and The Fatty both grew up in New Milford).

driving — Tired from a the kickline workout, Napping Nellie crashed out for the entire ride home freeing Vin and I up to talk about bitches, man. Bitches.

driving — Saturday morning, I hopped into the car with Brett and Amy and we headed down to Medford, NJ (about 2 hours from where my parent's live) for Chris and Jen's wedding.

driving — We headed back into Manhattan so that David could take their dog Tally for a quick walk...

driving — Grant and Rachel were all the way in the back seat...

driving — ...and then suddenly, they weren't. I handed David my camera for a sneaky, over-the-seat reconaissance mission and he discovered...

driving — Crossing the Manhattan bridge into Brooklyn.

driving — Flatbush Avenue, baby.

driving — Meredith as (pants-less) navigator.

driving — Despite only getting a few hours of sleep, we managed to pick up the van and be heading beachward before noon. Here's me, Meredith, Grant, Rachel and David and Miye in the back! Rented van, wooooooo!

driving — At the end of Flatbush, you cross the Rockaway bridge and you're almost there.

driving — At 12:30, Philip picked me up and we headed over to his company's new incubator offices in Menlo Park.

driving — We arrived at Great Adventure around 10:30am - we'd gotten a much later start then we'd planned and we were really nervous that the park was going to be mobbed.

driving — Bev picked us up and we hit the Turnpike (Exit 7a, baby).

driving — Hoooooooo!

driving — Hip hop, horaaaaaaay!

driving — ...CAR RADIO DANCE PARTY! We put on Hot 97 and freaked to the beat of today's phreshest jams, yo.

driving — Here's Siege (aka - Clayton James Cubitt) the Grizza and me in our rental car leaving the city.

driving — Tollbooth.

driving — Happy Grant in the backseat cold chilling.

driving — Me flustered for making an idiotic driving mistake.

driving — Based on our inability to find the dirt in Poughkeepsie, the column was killed. But hey, milkshakes, right?

driving — Siege reviewing the night's less-than-spectacular results while I try to make Blue Steel faces.

driving — Fatty half-heartedly rocked out in the backseat...

driving — Jersey bound in the Holland Tunnel, baby.

driving — ...and then promptly fell asleep. On the road, I kept calling Scott trying to tell him that we were on our way and to wait for us at Tim's dock, but he'd forgotten his phone and Tim's boat, the "SS Farley," sailed across glorious Lake Hopatcong without us. Boooooo!

driving — Fatty and Grant went and got Fatty's Ford Probe and arranged to pick me up on the corner of Broome and Broadway on the way towards the tunnel.

driving — "Arrrrrrgh, matey!"

driving — Here's the Grizza and I all gussied up headed out to Strong Island in our rental car.

driving — Grant (with brand new Travis Bickle mohawk!) who was babysitting the Fatty's car while we were in Texas, was rad enough to save me $30 bones by picking me up at JFK. Thanks again to Fatty, Sarah and Caryn! I had the bestest time ever.

driving — And here's Tara driving me to the airport. Now before you blow your nut looking at all these Tara pics here's...

driving — After picking me up at the bus station she drove me around Houston. In typical Tara fashion, the first place she took me to was an abandoned mental hospital. Creeeeeeeeepy.

driving — After I finally made it to Texas (around 11pm instead of 4pm), the cute girl I'd sat next to on the plane (on the right) offered me a ride into town when her friend picked her up. And the worst part is, I forget both of their names (I think maybe the girl I sat next to was named Amy?). Jesus, I suck. If I was the Fatty, not only would I have remembered their names, I'd have sent them both thank you cards. If you ever see this, thanks for the ride (Sorry I'm such a jerk).

driving — Before heading over to their new hotel, we piled into the van and went over to...(ps - Hey Dan, close your mouth)

driving — the drive back was uneventful. Fatty and I rokked.

driving — Liz napped.

driving — Allston Rockcity, yo.

driving — After we closed out the karaoke place, we piled into Erinne's car and headed to some club that she would be open afterhours where we could all dance.

driving — What's up, seven people in a compact car. (PS - Check out Fatty's "I got a chick on my lap" face. Hahah)

driving — We woke up early on Saturday morning, thought about skiing for a half-day, but when Fatty informed us that his pulled muscle still really hurt, it was the only excuse we needed to reset the alarm for noon and go back to sleep. We made it into the car a little before 1pm and started driving to Boston for Seth's surprise party.

driving — Vermont is far away.

driving — ...we hit the road for Vermont. We'd only gone a block when we saw this "AICHAINS" license plate. A grunge-rock vanity plate? It could only be considered a good omen.

driving — We scored a rental car and headed to check in to our...oh, wait, did I forget to mention that our resort check-in date wasn't until Saturday and we'd decided to party the first two nights and sleep in our rental car? Hahah. Ok, so here's the story. Keep in mind, we went on this trip because my Uncle Bruce had a week at a luxury resort that he wasn't going to be able to use. That meant that we had a free place to stay from Saturday to Saturday. When we went to buy plane tickets, we found out that if we flew in on Thursday (instead of Friday or Saturday), our flights would be almost $600 cheaper. Considering we were both trying to save money (neither of us were working at the time), we decided that we take the cheaper Thursday flight and and just sleep in the rental car until Saturday when we were able to check into the fancy resort.

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