MANDATORY: At least one team member must create a profile on Grindr and post their bio message as "Happy Birthday, Andrew!" I took this one for the team. Haha.
...because he and Matt were dressed exactly like with matching haircuts and everything. (They're giving Vin & Marco back in their hey-day a run for their money)
On our way out of the park, I ran into Ryan and Ralph, two former co-workers of mine! We explained that we were on a scavenger hunt and showed them the awesome list of stuff we had to do for it. They agreed it was awesome, but also had some suggestions about things they thought should be in consideration as "things to take a photo of" for future scavenger hunts. Like: "Photo of shirtless man forcing himself onto someone from behind."
...and we teamed up for this incredibly hot photo. (I don't know if you know this, but I'm going to let you in on a huge secret: WE ARE HUGE FUCKING DORKS.)
Um, yeah. Then apparently I dressed up in a pair of Leigh's (??) jeans and a vest that Mayim Bialik must have left at the apartment that time she stopped by to hang out after she'd finished a taping of Blossom.
Then downstairs in the basement I ran into little miss Leigh Lezark (shocked out of her innocent lil' mind by Tracy's scandalous gaymakeout in the background). Haha.
And then Grant tried on the hat (and gave me a shy smile). And then he got really angry at me when I showed this picture to my Grandfather. Hahaha. Grant had spent most of dinner asking my Grandfather macho questions about what he'd done in WWII, and so this feminine side of Grant seemed to confuse him. Until I cleared things up by leaning in and explaining "Yeah, we're friends but he's a little light in the loafers if you know what I mean." My Grandfather solemnly nodded. Later Grant kept punching me and saying "I can't believe you said that about me. To a veteran!"
..."Guys Gone WILD." (I'm not going to even get into the signs on the street outside of Gold's Gym "We work up a sweat keeping our MEMBERS HARD!") Aren't puns like that illegal in public? Holy moly!
Somwhere along the line, Jonas said it was his birthday wish to take shirtless photos with me. Timmy took my camera, and Jonas got my shirt off faster than a fatgirl can unwrap a Twix. Here's me trying to hide my giant boner by acting uncomfortable.
Turns out I had to let him kiss me (but hey he didn't saying anything about me having to kiss him back! Yay, loopholes). So I stood totally frozen with my mouth (and eyes, apparently) wide-open while he frenched me. Hahaha. I look shell-shocked.
After hours of dirty dancing inside, we arrived to find Counter
and Dennis getting
ready to take things to what they referred to as "the next
level." (Bonus points to Dennis for making the best
"I'm Uncomfortable with Your Homosexual Joking" Face ever.)
After dinner, I stopped over at Miye and David's to bring them to their first ever Sid & Buddy Monday night karaoke. If not for his hot-ass wife, I'd swear David was a flaming queen - While goading him to hurry up in the bathroom I whipped out my cam and managed to catch his metrosexual ass in the middle of CURLING HIS FUCKING EYELASHES! I went back out the living room to inform Miye that I'd just caught her husband using her eyelash curler thingy to which she replied "My eyelash curler's in my purse. That's David's very own eyelash curler." And there you have it.
London being London, it started raining just a few minutes after we got off the tube. We looked around for umbrellas and these were the only ones we could find. "Haaaaaaaaaaaay!"
...this time he made sure to wear pants that can only be described as "ass-a-liscous!" Grant Stoddard kneels down so he can appreciate it in all its full glory.
What, you don't believe me? See those two smoking hot, blonde hula girls? Yeah, that's right! They got so hot and bothered by my karaoke jam that right after i was done singing they took me in the bathroom and I totally got down with both of them! So who's gay now, huh? Huh?
So we walk all the way from Chinatown over to South Street (which took like 45 minutes). We get there and it's mobbed and there's not much to do - so we decide that we'll get one of those famous Phily cheesesteaks...only to find the place and discover there's a 50-60 minute wait. (By the way, check out Grant with his little canvas tote-bag. I think he stole that from my 7th grade Social Studies teacher).
BLAMO! We have full on tounge-in-mouth action (and I managed to get an even better shot of Timmy's overly-manicured, faux chin-line). And check out homeboy there smiling in the background. His enjoyment of the situation should've served as a forewarning...keep that guy in mind - he'll be back with a vengeance in a few...
Also, since Grant's been trying to play down this kiss like it wasn't a big deal (and brother, who can blame him?), I'd like to point something out: the flash on my camera takes approximately 20 seconds to recharge. Look at that first pic...think about my camera needing 20 whole seconds to recharge...then look at the second kiss. Got the willies yet?)
Eric and I totally set Grant up on this one: I waited with the camera ready and Eric pretending that he had to tell Grant something and then when Grant leaned in: BLAMO! (or at least that's the story that I'm supposed to tell if you know what I'm saying).
One night when we were out like two years ago, Grant busted out his impressoin of "Molly Ringwald in every 80's movie" dance-move and cracked us all up. But ever since then, everytime he tries to dance, he inadvertently ends up doing the same Molly Ringwald dance - it just happens and he can't seem to stop. For once, the total and complete gayness that said dance move conjures, worked in his favor. You go, girlfriend!
On Saturday, while browsing for discounted Canadian porn, we found out about Grant's former life as a model for the "Mr. Jack: Hungy, Hard Sucking, Mouth! (complete with multi-variable vibration unit). Check that shit out, the resemblance is uncanny.
Meanwhile, the rest of the gang continues our descent into behavior that will likely result in us never being able to look each other in the eyes again. Check me out full-on cupping J.Lasher's titty while simultaneously bringing Bibbins downtown on a Star Trek Voyage (bravely going where no man has gone before).
...and when that didn't get an immediate response, I upped the ante with "beefcake" version (check out Grant's sassy, coy lil' smile! Tee-hee!) ...and SHA-POW! It worked. Grant and I got the green light: we were going to become male strippers.
When there's free booze to be found at a party, you'll also usally find a drunk Josh Tiexiera grabbing men's packages. This kid should just straight up come out of the closet already...