After we'd gotten all settled in, this guy came out to explain that
we had been seated in different colored sections, and each section had a knight that we were supposed to cheer for.
IT WAS AN HONEST MISTAKE! This poor girl walked past me thinking she was my friend Sarah, I ran up behind her on the dance floor and started grinding all up in her booty from behind like POW! So I'm about 10 seconds into my booty dance when suddenly, the girl who is most-definitely NOT my friend Sarah turns around and just looks at me like, "Seriously?"
Instead of trying to explain, I ran away, went across the bar, found Sarah, dragged her across the bar and was like "THIS IS WHO I THOUGHT YOU WERE AND I'M SO SORRY!" Hahaha. Then I took this photo! Twinsies! (Sorry that you had to be subjected to the way I dance with all my poor female friends!)
I was upstairs and I spotted a David lookalike (why he was dressed up as a character from Star Trek, I'm not sure). Anyway, we asked him to kiss Leigh and then I sent this picture to Kim (David's GF who had gone back to the UK a few days ahead of David) and was like "David's totally out of control! He came to Misshapes dressed up as a guy from Star Trek and was trying to make out with all the girls there!" Hahaha. She almost believed me.
Later that night, I was walking around the Lower East Side with Sarah and for some reason I was in the middle of telling her about how last year when I was backstage at an ACDC concert in London, Keith Flint from the Prodigy mistook me for a guy named Crispin Mills, who used to be the singer for a UK band called Kula Shaker. Anyway, right after I had finished telling the story, we walked into some shop, and the girl behind the counter waves to me and says "Hi, Crispin." Apparently, her sister used to date him and she was convinced I was him. Random, random, randon.
Just when I was about to tell him he was crazy, I looked over at her and saw the resemblance myself (check it out. crazy, right?). I was like "Whoa! You're right, she IS hot!" (Which is also when I realized it would probably be best if Grant drove home).
Here's the side by side comparison: The real Ross Martin's on the left and the Ogrified Ross Martin is on the right. If you squint a little, you almost can't tell who's who! Hahahah.
...a huge Cretan man that looked like a bizarro "Ogre Version" of our good friend Ross Martin. Not willing to let him escape undocumented, we dispatched Chris (who speaks fluent Greek) to tell the giant Ross-Ogre (R'ogre, if you will) that he looked just like a friend of ours and would he mind posing for a picture. There was an uncomfortably long pause as he pondered our request (which I spent fearing he was about to crush all of our heads like grapes) but instead he gave a polite nod and posed for this fantastic pic.