On Friday night, Fatty, Grant and I headed over to Tribeca to meet up with John and Lori Craven and their two kids, Jack and Jolie, for dinner. Here's pappa John with his two rugrats. (And correct me if I'm wrong, but is Jolie pulling a Blue Steel face?). Just when we started to think she was too sexy like Right Said Fred, she ended up pulling...
As you can tell by his face in this photo, Grant knew something was up. Emma and Lo called as planned, but dinner was taking too long. As I kept trying to rush things along, Grant kept saying things like "Why the rush? Why are we in such a hurry?" All smarmy-like.
John and Lori were planning on having a ton of people down for the weekend (John made it a point to call us and tell us that his house was going to have Sorrority Girls, Stewardesses and even a Stripper! The "S" Trifecta!). But due to the ultra cuh-rappy weather, most of the people that were supposed to come bagged on it last minute. So instead we kicked back and relaxed while...
Later Saturday night we all headed over to "Jimi" (which, by the way, is the stupidest name for a bar ever), right next to the Stony Pony, to grab a drink or two before last call.
John Craven, Grant and Fatty. (Fatty pulls that face everytime a camera comes out, he just can't help it. He was telling us that when his brother's wedding pics came back he got yelled at because he was doing that face in every single pic he was in. hahaha).
