The lovely mohawked Daisy was the main chica promoting the gig and she made me look pimp by helping us cut the line and getting right on stage. Awww yeah, thanks mammacita!
Grant (with brand new Travis Bickle mohawk!) who was babysitting the Fatty's car while we were in Texas, was rad enough to save me $30 bones by picking me up at JFK. Thanks again to Fatty, Sarah and Caryn! I had the bestest time ever.
And once we'd filled our gullets with delicious party food, we retreated to the safety of the coatroom and entertained ourselves. Here's Grant rocking out on a headless Steinberger electric bass (c'mon, you know you love Winger).
...concuss himself out as rammed the can into his head full-force while doing the old "Hey look at me! I'm the guy with a mohawk who crushes cans on his head" trick.
Grant had recently given himself a Travis Bickle-inspired haircut and it was making him act, well, funny. Even with a "pre-crushed" can, Grant almost managed to...
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