Best picture ever! Liz and Frank making the rounds to all the tables. (Boy, this "small party" is getting to seem more and more like a REGULAR WEDDING! And Liz, isn't that like a wedding dress you're wearing? Mrs. Picarazzi totally tricked you two into HAVING A WEDDING! Hahahaha.)
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).
"Whoa! Not coo', not coo!" Colin and Seth watched on in horror as Chef continued his a capella serenade detailing his wish to engage in anallingus with a stranger. It was around this time that Seth made the executive decision to get Chef the hell off stage.
Seth "Palm-greaser" Miller, introduced Sid & Buddy to his good friend "Mr. Frankin" and instantly the karaoke stage was ours. Here's Seth kicking things off with some Stevie.
True computer nerd that he is, Seth had brought his laptop complete with an Excel spreadsheet that listed all the NYC-area titty bars and the pros and cons of each (topless only, full nude, drinks available, etc).
I don't think there's a caption that I can write here that won't be me in trouble - so intead I'm just going to use it to compliment Seth on his awesome Trogdor sweatshirt. Hot news, dude.
When the Pool Bar was getting ready to close, Seth made the birthday executive decision that we head to some tiny, divey Japanese restaurant that has...what else...KARAOKE!
It was awesome. He was totally surprised. The best part was with each turn of his head he'd spot another group of friends that were there and was more surprised with each new realization.
Monday night we all headed over to see Frank and Seth (who was in town from Boston) sit in with some hot band over in jazz/blues bar in on Grove Street in Greenwich Village.