On Monday evening I met up with Liz and Frank for some East 6th Street Indian food action. Frank's not in any of the pictures because I was too busy taking pictures of our waiter falling in love with Liz. He kept bringing more and more random shit out to our table just so he'd have an excuse to flirt (/molest) Liz. (Check him out trying to use his lil' moustache to tickle her ear. Smoooooove.)
Here's Fatty telling his amazing story (complete with hand gestures) about a Russian girl he'd met through online dating who was only interested in getting her "rear emmissions checked" (if you know what I'm sayin'). Look at Frank's face, he's totally caught in the middle of saying "Duuuuude."
Late, late in the day, Fatty showed up with some Russian girl that'd he'd met earlier on the week, but he didn't hang out with us becuase he was on a "date." We all left together, though. From L to R: Liz, Grant, Erica, Fatty, his Russian date, and there's Seven Layer down at the bottom.
