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).
Once he was sure he had the park's attention (and after he'd ejaculated in his shorts) he went on to give his dog a drink of water by pouring the water into his own mouth and then letting the dog lap his fucking face. He did this like 3 feet from where Fatty and I were sitting, totally showing off for the cam. When he was all finished, he looked over at us and smiled and I turn, held up the camera and took....
After a thorough bronskying - Amber managed to lure Sarah into the feigned kiss with the old "don't worry, I'll cover your mouth" trick. Then as soon as she got in there she parted her fingers and slipped in the tounge. Savage! (Hey guy in the background, cheer up! Checkered shirts will be cool again soon!)
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).
Amanda and Grant smooching! Scandalous! (He saw this photo a few weeks ago and was like "I kissed Amanda?" Which would mean this is the second time they kissed where he was drunk enough to not remember it when confronted with photographic evidence).
On Thurday night I headed to Remote Lounge for some good ol' fashioned Sid & Buddy karaoke. And lookee, lookee! I ran into Emilie and her man Kevin (who was in town visiting from Utah)!
This was a really funny drunk couple we met. I don't remember the girl's name, but I remember that her boyfriend's name was Brad - because every 30 seconds, for no apparent reason, his girlfriend would scream "BRAAAAAAAAAAAD!" at the top of her lungs and then start hysterically laughing. Charming really.
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.
If you look at the first pic, you'll see Vin's making the "Ahh! What are you doing to me?" face - but in the second one he's caught on and is smiling. Sooo funny.
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...
After a few minutes of dancing together, Shelby said she was leaving and Tymber announced that she was going to stick around. Crisis averted, the Grizza fixed Tymber with a smoldering stare, went in for the kiss and . . .
After hanging out with Louise three other times (all of which ended with her not getting kissed and asking me in her heavily-accented English "What eeez eee, a, how you say, faggot?") Grant finally got enough courage (read: alcohol in him) to plant a big one on her. Nicely done!
...a DUDE! Right after he was done kissing her (er, his?) GIANT hand...I pulled him aside and was like "You know that Aerosmith song 'Dude, Looks Like a Lady,' right?" Grant: "Um, yeah. Why?" Me, nudging him and nodding at the girl he'd just been chatting up. At first he was all like "Nooooo way."
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.
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).
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....