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We arrived just in time to see the band take the stage.
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Back to the band again!
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Six Piece Nastee!
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Fatty looking for his table. Hahaha.
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Kit, Andy, Dave and Colin getting ready to head out. Congrats, Fatty!
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Instead of forcing Fatty to go to a noody bar in Queens, around 1am we all headed to our apartment and played Rockband. Haha.
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After some warm up drinks and snacks at the Fatty's, we walked over to Flatiron for a BBQ feast at Hill Country.
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Emily lends some locks so that Colin's ball could have a matching 'doo.
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"Hey, remember the last time we sang karaoke and totally hooked up?" "Uh, yeah. Wait, what was your name again?" Hahahahaha.
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Colin (aka - Big Daddy, Bill and the King of Clocks) and the Fatty (sporting his sporty "I'm wearing a JFK Jr wig" look).
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Fatty, Liz, Mike, Colin and Heather.
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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).
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Big Daddy, Fatty and Seth.
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Bellies full o' BBQ, we hopped back into the limo and looked to Seth for the next destiniation.
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Colin, Bill (Colin's Hair), Fatty and two girls whose names I've since forgotten (sorry!)
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Fatty and Big Daddy.
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This photo makes me happy.
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Liz, Fatty, me, Birthday Boy, Heather and Colin.
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Hey! Here they are! Colin, Frank, Grant and Fatty.
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After we finished unloading the entire contents of the truck into the new apartment, the guys took a break and watched me...
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"Yes, three beers. Oh, and the lady will have a glass of Merlot." Bwahaha.
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Jamie, Lo, Jenny, Frank, Colin, Fatty's hair and Emma.
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Colin (Big Daddy) and Dave (The Fatty).
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A few minutes later, Colin realized he'd missed one of his quarter-hourly sunblock applications and we had to evacuate the beach before he spontaneously combusted. Um, either that or it was just getting late - I forget which.
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Grant, Fatty, Colin (Big Daddy) and me.
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So we ended up having so much singing at Frank's that we decided to round up a crew and head to Nolita Tavern for some Saturday night Sid & Buddy Karaoke action. Emily Cmielewski was in town from Boston apartment hunting for a place in NYC so she came with Bev (who I also went to high school with) and met us there. (L to R: Bev, MLE, Grant, Fatty and Colin).
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The Six of us looking surprisingly not-hungover (um, expcept for Fatty).
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This is hands down my favorite pic of the night. Bert N' Tha Boyz.
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As "last call" drew nearer, we bid the lovely ladies a fond farewell and hit the road to head over to some other bar where Seth and Frank knew the owner (If you look in the background behind my arm you can see Seth showing off the can of beer he snuck out of the bar by strategically hiding it in his asscrack. Sweet.)
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So we chatted them up for a while, found out that they were down on vacation from Braintree, Mass (and Fatty made some more "Fatty" faces).
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We headed out to some restaurant on the water of dinner and some drinks. Yay, drinks!
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After months of getting people to willingly pose with my balls, it was time to try something new: getting unsuspecting people to unknowingly pose with my balls. I discreetly whipped out my bag, and grabbed one of our new friends for a picture. I handed off the cam to Seth who totally shit the bed by not managing to get my balls in the pic. Doh! The rest of the guys in the pic (Check out Grant and Franks' faces) were laughing so hard that the girl in the black shirt was totally confused...
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...backup arrived in the form of Seth, fresh outta the car from Boston. (Bonus points to Frank for pulling that shit-eating grin.)
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After the beach, Fatty made the mistake of trying to catch a quick nap amidst a roomful of rowdy guys. Check out Big Daddy calling in for back-up while Frank gives Fatty a lil' "hot dog in the bun through the sheet" action...
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Thumbs up!
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After dinner we headed to some god-awful outdoor Newport nightclub that was on the water.
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From L to R: Fatty, me, Colin, Frank and Grant.
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Big Daddy and the Fatty grilling up some eats.
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Look! It's the ARMY OF DUDES. Can seven guys get into a nightclub on Friday night with only one female?
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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*).
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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).
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Frank, Colin helping Dave schlepp schtuff up into his fancy new digs on the corner of 1st & St. Marks (that he bought. Player's got bank, yo).
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Thumbs up from the boys!
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Who loves you Big Daddy, eh? Who loves you?
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Which made Colin just a leeeetle jealous. So...
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The Fatty, Grant and Colin already pretty drunk at Don Hill's.
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Here the New York Five homeward bound on Sunday evening.
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Oh, and mirrored ceilings. You gotta have mirrored ceilings.
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Saturday night we went the Quatro steakhouse where we all prompty fell in love with...
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....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.
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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...
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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.).
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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.
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Doug, Colin (as a Hillbilly), me and Dave (who, as he put it, was dressed as "some random punk-rocker type, um, guy or something").