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Piper the beleaguered pooch eventually found safe-haven in mom's lap.
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Piper Incognito.
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...and Leigh (seen here doing her best Coldstare! Icy!) was there with her brand new dappled daschund puppy Edie! Look at her teeny, tiny little weiner body! Go ahead: Awwwwwww!
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It was so relaxing in the park that I ended up...
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After we were done watching the fuzzy chickens, Meredith and I went over to Tompkins Square Park where we ran into this guy...
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Meredith had a packet of little plastic toys that Niki bought for her in Japan...
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Which Niki found really funny.
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Meredith was there!
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A little after 5:30pm, we hopped back into our rental car and headed out to find a store that sold a card for our gift.
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Meredith manning the IKAD-cam!
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When we finally arrived at the hotel, it looked like a scene rap music video. Every where you looked there were huge SUVs tinted out, slammed and riding on 24s. And there were all sorts of thugged out dudes walking around with tons of jewelry and gold fronts. Turns out the hotel was hosting two events that weekend: Tara's Wedding and some HUGE dirty-South hip-hop DJ convention! Hahaha. I can't believe I didn't take more photos. Here's Meredith showing off one of the 6 or 7 CDs she was handed in the 20 yard walk from the car to the hotel. We checked into our room, dropped off our bags...
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And we're off! If I remember correctly, it was like a ninety-minute drive from the airport to the hotel where Tara and Greg's wedding was taking place.
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We laid underneath them and took a break.
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Then he turned towards the audience and started doing these weird dance moves along to the music.
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Grant was so distracted, that he eventually just ended up inviting the guy up on stage. Things got even weirder when he produced a Minnie Mouse hand puppet from out of thin air.
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I ended up meeting up with Mikie (who used to live in Japan but has since moved to NYC) and we all left the party to go dancing at MisShapes. Mikie ended up bringing some douchetard along with her from the party who refused to take off his blue-tinted aviator glasses.
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And here's me carrying tiny Piper in her puppy-papoose. Hahaha.
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I didn't even go swimming and somehow I still managed to get beach-hair.
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I bid the gang farewell, grabbed my suitcase and headed for the airport! (And Tinny smooshed her face against the glass to say goodbye).
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Nina's beach hair! Hahah.
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My beach hair will miss you!
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Swimming in the ocean + Falling asleep with wet hair = BEACH HAIR!
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Beach hair! Beach hair!
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My Uncle Tom on the ferry. (Best photo. Hahaha).
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Me and Aunt Elaine.
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So fresh and so clean! After Sarah and Josh had recovered from the trauma my nizzuts had inflicted, we hopped into a cab and headed over to Stubb's for...
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See? (PS - Josh, you are so going to hell now.) (PPS - Don't worry about it, though. Hell doesn't really exist you know).
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Karen. Ha-ha-hungover! After we finished eating, we decided to head over to the costume store on 4th Ave so the girls could buy cheerleading outfits. Later on in the week they were hosting a "Pre-SXSW Pep Rally" and wanted to make sure they'd be dressed accordingly.
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Meredith laughing at me reading Wired. Which she now reads. (Guess who's been infected with NERDOM?)
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Then I usually take a picture of myself chilling in the back while I've got the camera out. Yup. Here's me, just chilling.
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Me wearing Sarah's Coke-Disco54 glasses.
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Who I'm sure many of you will recognize as THE huge breakout star of Road Rules Season 4 from back in 1997.
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...Oh, snap!
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After lunch we hopped in my car and headed north to check out the Fisherman's Wharf area. Where there are all sorts of hot tourist attractions like the world famous...
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Meredith standing up out of my sunroof and snapping pics.
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Awwwww.
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Sooooo neat!
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Even after seeing it a bunch of times, the views are so beautiful that it literally makes you go "Whooooooa!" every time you see it. I managed to snap this pic of Mer mid-gasp.
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On Sunday we woke up earlier and decided to do some exploring closer to town.
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Cliffy!
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...going...
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....SHAZAM! San Francisco Brian is here! "Seriously, you should wear that on the plane out there. People will totally think you're a native that was just visiting NYC. You look great. You're totally going to fit in out there!"
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On Saturday afternoon I went over Ellen's house to play dress up for a photo shoot.
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Officer Battjer on Nip Patrol.
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Three bozos. Grant, Fatty and me arriving at the reception in CT. (Note the accidental irony in Fatty doing the "L is for Loser" handsign backwards. Hahah).
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Hahaha.
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Splitting a cab home with Sarah.
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Ticket? What ticket?
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Easy there, Dad. I don't want you getting up to any Risky Business. Ha!
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Too bad you think I'm kidding. I'll spare him the embarrassment of posting the other ELEVEN pictures he took.
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Now this is usually where Grant would take out his nuts and try to put them near my face...lucky for me, his vanity got the best of him and he instead took my camera and used it to take pictures of himself making "sexy faces."
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...two dogs wearing sunglasses. When I saw them I started hysterically laughing and petting them and their owner got all huffy. "It's not funny!" She chided, "They have cataracts!" I was like "Lady, I'm not laughing at their cataracts...I'm laughing at THEIR SUNGLASSES!" Their ornery owner aside, these pooches made my day.
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Meredith and me.
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Yay, pride!
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Despite only getting a few hours of sleep, we managed to pick up the van and be heading beachward before noon. Here's me, Meredith, Grant, Rachel and David and Miye in the back! Rented van, wooooooo!
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...all hot and bothered.
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The reason we sat near him, is because I knew it would get the girls...
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We were screaming with joy until we stepped out of the AC-cooled car and got punched in the face by the heat.
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On Saturday afternoon we were going to go to the beach but then it got cloudy. So instead, we just took pictures of my roommate's "beach hat" that Leigh had planned on borrowing for the day.
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Later that night I met up with Leigh and I traded her my Ray Charles for her Jackie Os.
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...this fucking amazing picture. Hahaha. Look at Fatty's eyebrows!
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Yo, you just can't fuck with a set of BluBlockers.
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I don't get to see my babygirl much these days, but we'll be a sweet dream like cake and ice cream until...um, until I guess one of us is dead.
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...Guitar Center. Awwww, yeah. The Fatty needed to pick up some gear for his bass amp.
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Before heading over to their new hotel, we piled into the van and went over to...(ps - Hey Dan, close your mouth)
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the drive back was uneventful. Fatty and I rokked.
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Who loves this guy more than me?
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We woke up early on Saturday morning, thought about skiing for a half-day, but when Fatty informed us that his pulled muscle still really hurt, it was the only excuse we needed to reset the alarm for noon and go back to sleep. We made it into the car a little before 1pm and started driving to Boston for Seth's surprise party.
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Check out my blinging imitation Oakley Blades. You're wet, aren't you? (PS - Sarah pointed out that my dad looks like the dad from the Family Guy and I haven't been able to look at him without smiling since).
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Fast forward several hours later: After we'd finished loading up all of Liz's stuff into the truck (Frank's was already in there), Frank, Fatty and Liz drove the truck over to their new apartment. There being no room in the truck, and their new apartment only a short distance away, we decided to walk over. We were making pretty good time until...
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A few days after the party, Jenny Penny posted pics of the party on her website and inadvertantly identified her butt-ass wasted friend as the clown who most likely kifed my fucking shades.
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Or maybe it was her! Whoopsie! Either way, it's been six months and I'm still waiting for my drink and/or $8 refund, you tart!
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Me and Sid.
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Well, almost every single reason. Check out LA, working hard to further blur the line between gainful employment and prostitution.
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Fatty crashed the fuck out on the ride. Hahah.
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Me in the sun.
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So remember how I said these weren't no pussy horses? As soon as we got them on the open trail, they all started galloping. That's right: not a trot, not a canter, a full-on fucking gallop. Holy shit, I almost did something in my pants that would've put Dashiell to shame. Here's a pic Grant managed to take of me right as we all finally managed to slow them down.
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...and here's the Fatty and Grant.
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We bid our lovely condo a fond farewell and piled into our sweet, lil' rental one last time.
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Back in the parking lot, Grant snapped a bunch of pics as we prepared to head back to Rethymnon.
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I totally forgot to mention that the temperature had dropped sharply from the previous day and was in the low 50s, which might not sound too cold, but when you're riding a scooter at 50mph with no gloves, it's almost unbearable. Here's me using the exaust to defrost my frozen lil' phalanges.
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Our bellies full of warm doughnut, we hit the open road. We decided to take a 45 km backroads trip to check out the bad-ass Arkadi Monastery and then from there, if we had enough light, ride another 25 km and check out the Melidoni Caves.
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Grant proudly displays his can of "Master Cafe" iced coffee drink. Any time a beverage features a tractor trailer on it, you KNOW it's going to motherfucking kickstart your heart.
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Me upon realizing that my grandparents are older than the buildings that you see in the background.
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Fatty taking a self-portrait of his puffy beach-hair Jew-fro. Suh-weet!
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Grant and The Fatty.
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After our busy day of swimming and napping, we headed over to one of the nearby beach restaurants for some lunch. Chris and me.
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Then the food shows up and all of a sudden he's jamming wif breffis all koo-dey-la and shit in the Fatty's glasses.
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While Chris and I goofed around with our cameras,
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For whatever reason, I only took one photo all day on Saturday; of Fatty and I going sunglasses shopping after our brunch. Dig my new look?
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Emily and me in the backseat.
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Next, Tara and Grant decided to bond a little bit by fucking with me while I tried to sleep.
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DeNiro meets Elvis meets Mullet.
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Me and an Elvis-lipped Tara.
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After a few aspirin and several liters of water *whew*, we hopped in the car and drove out to Ross & Jordana's house in the valley where we also met up with Emma Taylor and Lorelei Sharkey who were in LA for two days as part of their book tour.
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U-S-A! U-S-A!