...our one-year wedding anniversary! I love you, good one! Thanks for spending my life with me! (I'll try to not take so many photos of you while you're eating!)
What's up, TWELVE YEARS LATER! Jeez! (PS - If you look in the background behind Michelle, you can see Don Hill! Dude's gotta be in his late 50s (at least!) and he's still at his own club every night until closing!)
Here's Meredith giving a look to the camera that says "I like you enough to buy you a belated b-day cake, but I'm still not quite sure if you're boyfriend material, Disappearo!"
Er, dates. (Sorry, Niki). Actually, as much as I'd like to pretend I was the prom queen's man, she was really there with Mark (the tall guy from the Killers). I just managed to steal a kiss.
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.
Towards the end of the evening, Monica who'd just gotten into town from Miami showed up! (You may remember her as dreamgirl who took me to a wild dancparty a few New Year's Eves ago).
After we got back to NYC and returned the rental car, I went home to take a nap (to sleep off the four straight hours of eating I'd done at the bat mitzvah). Later that night, I walked two blocks to M Bar to meet up with Bev Chase and her friend Jessica (who also went to our high school but was a few years younger and I didn't know her).
And to think, exactly twenty-four hours earlier we were in cold, wintery NYC sitting in front of a moron who was begging one of us to punch him. Sometimes the modern world amazes me.
First off check out Vin's face (hahahah)! So after getting a clutch shot of Emma with the "pressed hams" move, I thought I'd continue the streak and take one of my famous "You're posing with my balls but you don't know that you are" pictures with Crazy Marni. The plan was that I'd go up to her with them out, snap a couple of shots to lull her into a false sense of security, and then turn the camera lengthwise introducing my plums into the equation. Everything was going smoothly until...
Here's a video of the kiss. It's a bummer because you have to tilt your head to the left and because you can only see the kiss clearly for one split-second when the flash goes off, but it's still totally worth watching just so you can hear that Sexual Healing by Mr. Marvin Gaye was playing on the jukebox when this all went down. Hahahaha.
And informed her that as a BirthdayBoy it was my undeniable right to get a kiss. First off, I can't believe this worked. Secondly, she didn't even ask to see any proof! (It's been my birthday almost every night since. Awwww, yeah).
If any of you fellas out there are scratching your heads about us always going to The Hole (which is primarily a gay bar); here's your answer: the drinks are cheaper than the women! Here's me with karaoke superstar, Natalka.
Sarah Lewitinn (aka "ultragrrrl" from Spin magazine) and me later on in the evening at Lit. She's on the cusp of being famous enough to be included in the next section....