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Seth and Deborah were in town from Boston and came!
my 33rd birthday
August 08, 2009
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Here's me really drunk! I only included this pic because it's the only photo I have that shows that Seth was there! (Sorry buddy!)
my 30th birthday
August 08, 2006
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Last song of the night! I may not have won the competition, but I definitely went home feeling like a winner! (Cue sitcom audience applause and outro music from Growing Pains).
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After the six competitors had each performed a song, the judges announced that only three of us would be moving on to round two! Here's my reaction to the news that I'd be chosen to move on, but that in Round Two song selections had to be chosen from a pre-selected 8-song list!
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Seth and I. Don't let the maroon turtleneck throw you off...
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...the dude's got MOOOVES.
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Never one to pass up an opp to rock the mic, Seth came with.
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Seith (in town visiting from Boston..wooo!) me and Grizz.
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Does the world really need any more pics of Seth Miller and I doing karaoke?
the november roundup
November, 2004
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The gang getting ready to chow down. (PS - Already at this early point in the night, Chef, who you can barely see peeking out behind Colin, was so wasted that he kept screaming at the restaurant and almost had us thrown out).
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By the look on my face, I'm guessing it was something with high notes.
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Seth called on the audience to help him sing his next diddy.
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Seth, do you remember what the hell we sang together?
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Pass the mic around!
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Liz, Fatty, me, Birthday Boy, Heather and Colin.
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Bristly kiss from Seth.
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Matt (Sid), Mandy, Seth and me.
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With a belly fulla greasy C-grade meat, Frank, the Fatty and I decided to call it an early night. Here's Seth giving the international sign for "you're a pussy."
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I have no idea why I'm pulling that face - maybe I was singing?
karaoke with seth
September 02, 2003
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Seth, one of the stars of "The Story That Can't Be Told", Sarah, and me.
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This is hands down my favorite pic of the night. Bert N' Tha Boyz.
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We summoned Bert, our driver, and piled into the van for the big 3 mile trip home (bonus points to Frank for picking his nose).
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So somewhere around this time, I started spitting on my friends. Well, more like spitting on my hand and throwing it at them. I don't know, it seemed funny at the time. Needless to say, people weren't happy with me. After realizing that I'd been an asshole, I apologized and Seth opened his arms for a hug. Little did I know, it was a set up: while I was hugging Seth, Grant snuck up behind me and poured his beer down my shirt (while Fatty, privy to the plan, waited in the wings with the camera. Bastards).
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Seth was kind enough to offer me a sip of his water as a chaser. Only after a I swallowed did I realize his "water" was actually a glass of vodka with just a little bit of ice. A real prince among men, I tell ya.
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Here's me with Sheff and Seth (who had just arrived in town on Sheff's brand, new boat. Which being 40' is prolly more appropriately called a yacht. Jesus.)
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Saturday night Grant and I stayed in watching TV at my house until like 1am (losers) and then finally got our asses in gear to go meet Seth (who had just come down from Boston) and a bunch of other people at Antarctica. (L to R: Seth, Big Daddy, Grant [looking tres Billyburg in his gay-ass, cocked, camo hat] and me).
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Seth, Seven Layer (sans bib), Grant and me.
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Saturday night we went the Quatro steakhouse where we all prompty fell in love with...
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....a night out on the town! Seth being a pimped-ass high roller, he called in to have a limo chaffeur our asses around all night. Nothing says class like a white-stretch with neon underrunners, baby.
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In Montreal, we met up with the three other guys (who drove in from Boston). Seth (the guy next to me), Chef (not pictured because he's being blocked by Fatty's head) and the uber-scary (and therefore edited out of most of the pictures) Ethan (gee, can you figure out which guy is the sociopath in the pic...c'mon, look carefully.).