Next thing we knew we had a new best friend. (A best friend who, incidentally, liked to lift up his shirt and smack his belly loudly and repeatedly after each drink). Pauly can't believe it!
Mike Max is the band's drummer and he was going for it so hard. Drinking an entire beer THROUGH your own shirt that you've pulled up over your face on the dance floor is NEXT LEVEL SHIT.
Around 1:30, the birthday girl realized that she'd had a bit too much to drink and needed to take a little party time-out nap in my office. (Don't worry, Ellen. The same thing happened to me on my birthday!)
Before getting back on the L to Manhattan, we stopped off at a falafel place and ordered sandwiches and took pictures of Lisa nodding off in the cold outside while we waited for them to be prepared. Haha.
This photo makes me LOL every time I look at it. Sarah looks like she's preaching and that girl in the background is doing her best to politely wait out the offer of a shared microphone. Hahah.
This photo makes me laugh out loud every time I see it. Soooo good. (Bonus points to Jessica for finger-pointing like a professional wrestler from the 80s. Yes!)
The door had one of the those locks that requires a key from the inside. After we finished our game, we woke Pauly up and tried to leave, but the bartender totally misplaced his keys and we were all stuck inside 15 minutes until he found them. Pauly just wanted to get into bed.
It was afterhours at this point, but since it was a real quiet night, the bartender told us we could hang for a bit and he locked the place up. This guy was the only other place in the bar so we agreed to play some Big Buck together.
Hahaha. Oh man, this photo makes me laugh out loud. Two years have passed since I took this pic. Lisa and Pauly broke up almost a year ago! Pauly moved back to Canada last week and we never see Lisa anymore. Good times, you guys. Miss you!)
We left Hanger a little before 5am so that we could get a FALAFEL around the corner before they closed! We were capital W wasted. Pauly is either talking about big tits or the utter awesomeness that you can still get a falafel so late at night in NYC.
Since you're at San Loco at 3:55am and there's still 5 minutes left before they stop selling alcohol why not just also order a couple of shots of tequila while you're waiting for your tacos, right?
Jenny has no recollection of this whatsoever! When I first showed her these photos, she was laughing and she asked "What in the world was I eating? What are those, cookies?" I told her, "No, they were chicken nuggets." Jenny groaned really loud and said, "Oh, nooooo! I'm a vegetarian!" Hahahaha.
I also love how the whole time all this nugget-eating is going on, Leigh's calling and texting people in Jenny's phone at 4:40am trying to figure out where her apartment is.
Turns out that these were plates from the buffet at the MSG after party. Jenny had taken a whole bunch of food from the buffet, put it between two glass plates, wrapped it in a napkin and put it in her purse. But the napkin had come undone...
Meredith, Leigh, Jenny and I all got into a cab and we headed just a couple blocks to where she told us her apartment was in the Lower East Side. We got out of the cab and walked to her front door. She got in front of her door and then exclaimed "Wait a minute! I don't LIVE HERE any more!" We all laughed. But then when Jenny couldn't remember where she'd since moved we realized that she was A LOT drunker than we'd originally estimated.
We hope the large tip we left and all the booby flashes provided by our womenfolk helped make up for our state that evening. We'll try not to let it happen ever again for at least a couple of months.
Love,
Lisa Michelle, Pauly, Meredith, Iva and Brian.
...Vince came around the corner with Brandon, got excited when he saw us, ran over to say hi, and then mid-hello was like "Uhhhhh ohhhhh." I knew only too well what his little groan was about and managed to get my cam out just in time to capture the tail-end of him showering the steps of a local BBQ joint with candy-laced Halloween vomit!
