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).
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.)
Before Em & Lo went on, the fabulous Six Piece Nastee took the stage and warmed up the crowd. By the way, four of the six pieces of said nastee are made up by none other Colin (on guitar), Frank (on kit)...
So every once in a while, one of my friends will pull an expression in a photo that just begs to be Photoshopped into something else. Case in point - Frank and Colin were joking around and were pretending to flip a table and and then the next thing you know...
As the night gained momentum, we abandoned our little table in the corner and took over the couch directly in front of the stage. Here's Frank, Seth, Colin and Tara.
Yep, and this one too. (Although, now that I think about it, I think we all might have been singing the four-part back up bit to Aerosmith's "Love In An Elevator" in these last two.)
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.)
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...
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...
....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.
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...
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.).
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.