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Frank and Andy Fateman (The Fatty's little brother!)
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Fiasco hit the stage like a bizzomb.
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Same goes for Frank! (Don't worry Grant, all it takes is a little bit of mascara to make me look like a scary tranny-version of my mom).
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The band had planned on having a huge post-show brunch party on Sunday at APT to celelbrate their first gig, but when the gig got cancelled with less than 24 hours notice, no one was sure what to do about the brunch. In the end, the band decided to press-on and have it. Here's Grant, Chris the Greek and Frank!
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Hahahaha.
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Frank never fails to deliver.
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"Ok, ROCK!"
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Frank Picarazzi took the stage for one of his rare karaoke appearances. "Are you all ready to rock?"
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Amanda and Frank.
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Cutting the cake.
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Frank and Fatty.
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Fatty busting out some moves he learned off of his "Kid N' Play Dancetastic" DVD.
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Seth complementing Frank on his mizzoves while he wipes himself down.
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Crouching Tiger, Hidden Frank.
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Frank doing his impression of Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic.
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Square dance hoe-down.
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Here's Frank shaking his shit-tank.
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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.
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Yay! Mrs. and Mr. Picarazzi!
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Best picture ever! Liz and Frank making the rounds to all the tables. (Boy, this "small party" is getting to seem more and more like a REGULAR WEDDING! And Liz, isn't that like a wedding dress you're wearing? Mrs. Picarazzi totally tricked you two into HAVING A WEDDING! Hahahaha.)
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The first dance!
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Awwww. (Rumor has it that Frank had to go to dance school for the party. Thought you'd be able to avoid that with the whole "sneaky beach wedding" thing, eh? WRONG!)
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Yay! Frank and Liz taking a walk down the aisle in front of the crowd. (That'll teach you to sneak off to an island and get married!).
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Congrats, guys!
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Frank kissing Mrs Picarazzi for the very first time.
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Carrying the bride across the, uh, beach thresh hold.
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Here's a pic from their ceremony that they emailed out to everyone. Pretty rad, huh?
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Newlyweds Liz and Frank. A little after 1am, I left Fatty's and headed over to Misshapes to visit...
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Hey, hey! It's Frank the Bachelor!
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We finished our meals and after befriending a local crazy man...
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Seth, however, was unflagging.
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After a long night of boozing, karaoking and nooody-girl watching, the bachelor boy began showing signs of fatigue.
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4am found us back in the East Village at Odessa's for some late night grub.
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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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Condom hat and "You're-getting-married" ball & chain: Check.
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...NEON CHARIOT of military might! We all sang songs...
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...(even better!) number two.
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After one more Stevie song courtesy of Seth and the boys...
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Seth "Bachelor Mastermind" Miller.
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Here's the gang cheering him on.
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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).
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Big Daddy took the mic and kicked a little Lionel Ritchie "Celebration" (and Frank stayed on stage to back him up).
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...down to its KNEES!
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Bringing the house down...
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Grant onstange trying to get the hang of the very unique "FrankDance."
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Then it was time for the Man of Honor to take the stage.
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A bachelor isn't officially a bachelor until you've added some embarrassing comedy props. Clown nose: check.
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Antonio (who you may remember from the night we did karaoke and Tracey Morgan showed up) and Frank.
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After the (outright boring) trip to the nudy bar, we decided to head to Remote Lounge and take over Sid and Buddy's karaoke night there. (I guess karaoke's becoming a bachelor party trend?)
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With Frank properly attired, we instructed the driver to make a few victory laps around Soho so we could shoot the shit and have a few drinks before our first destination: Blue Mountain BBQ on Spring St.
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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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After a few laps around the hood (and a quick glance at the foot traffic on the sidewalk to ensure no one we knew would see us getting out of SUPERHUMMER) we got to Blue Mountain BBQ.
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And then egged on by our cheering, Grant launched into...
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He felt the need to climb into one of the trees and express...
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The beauty turned out to be too much for Frank.
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On Sunday, Fatty and I headed out to Brooklyn to meet up with Colin, Heather and Frank in Prospect Park. After a few hours of tossing the 'bee around, Heather suggested we check out the Japanese Cherry Blossom Festival at the nearby Brooklyn Botanical Gardens.
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...um, his love. (Frank, this picture makes me sofa king happy).
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Upon returning to NYC, we first drove out to Brooklyn to drop off Liz and say hi to Frank (and tease him about making Liz bring the flannel cat pajamas).
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Frank eventually joined us, and our little loser, anti-party started giving the real party a run for it's money.
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There's Little Fatty in the background! Then Pepper (wife of Little Fatty), Frank, Liz, Regular-sized Fatty and me.
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"Hey Frank, play that one Kings X song that you always play any time there's a guitar. Oh, and could you make sure you make your guitar-face? Yeah, that's it. Thanks."
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Frank and one of his buddies who showed up and killed on the saxophone.
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Frank taking a break from kit.
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After a long day of moving, we all headed back to my apartment on the Bowery where Frank and Liz thanked us with pies from Lombardi's! Mmmmmmmmmm! Best pizza in the world. Then after dinner...
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...try to brain Frank as he fussed with the mattress. Almost there...
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Hey! Here they are! Colin, Frank, Grant and Fatty.
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...Bingo! ("Sure I'll help you move, Frank. It's going to you cost you a picture with my ballsack, though.")
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You too, sweatheart. You deserve to temporarily bask in the wattage of Frank's karaoke glory.
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Take a bow!
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Not only did Frank steal Grant's funny lil' hat (Big guy in a leeeetle hat!), he even pulled up a lass from the crowd to help him on backing vocals.
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Anytime you're lucky enough to see Mr. Frank Picarazzi head for the karaoke stage, take a seat. You're in for a treat.
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Steve Haase (yep, the guy with the fucking sunglasses on his head. At night) and Frank.
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Grant, Grant's lil' hat, Chris, Frank and me.
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Speaking of the boys...Frank Picarazzi!
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Mike: still apparently determined to flood my apartment.
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Jamie, Lo, Jenny, Frank, Colin, Fatty's hair and Emma.
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Frank Picarazzi pleasing the crowd.
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Me, Colin and Frank.
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Frank, Seth, Vanessa and Danielle.
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Frank, Adam's eye, and Colin.
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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.)
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Frank and Liz caught in a gratuitious ass-cupping.
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C'mon sing it boys. Took the L back into Manhattan to First Ave and walked down to 8th street to check in on the Fatty's party. I got there at 2:15am and found that things were already in, as they say, "full effect." Here's Setty and Frank.
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And then lifted a doubting Frank to doubly prove her point.
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Liz and Frank dancing. These captions are sort of boring, huh? Well, don't worry, things are about to get a whole lot more interesting.
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Liz and Frank. (Who will be married by this time next week! Congrats guys!)
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Frank Picarazzi on the mic kicking the night off.
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With Frank's drum kit taking up the entire rear half of his car, Fatty and I were forced to share the front seat.
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Sweaty Frank, Emma and a schoolboyish Fatty.
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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)...
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...THE TRUTH ABOUT FRANK is revealed!
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Clearly the breakaway star of the evening, here's Frank doing an impression of his very own "salute dance" that made its first appearance when he sang "The Stroke" at heavy metal karaoke two years ago.
karaoke with seth
September 02, 2003
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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...
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Frank, me, and Grant.
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And then he treated us to even more "Frank dancing." (You should probably take the above image and save it to your desktop - that way, the next time you're feeling down, happiness is only a double-click away.)
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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.
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Same goes for this one.
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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.)
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I don't even remember what Frank sang (which again, is why I either need to start taking notes or not wait 3 months before I try to caption these pics), but take a look at his face and you'll probably agree that the song is irrelevant.
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Frank and Seth, soaked from the rain - at our lil' table in the corner.
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September 02, 2003