Yes, people. You read that headline correctly. In this entry you are getting a double header, a two-fer, a two for the price of one special: I'm posting a Weekend Update entry AND a classic Last Night's Party entry.
On Thursday afternoon, I get a message from my buddy Clay in DC asking me to call him back ASAP. Not "asap." But ASAP--in caps. "Yo, I got tickets to the Red Sox/Yankees--I'm coming to New York!" This is his buddy Ben. He and I chilled out in the bleachers with the rest of the hoi poloi while Clay sat elsewhere.
We were seriously surrounded by douchebags. Peanut throwing, "faggot" yelling, and cursing at old men qualifies them as douches in my book. The kid sitting next to us actually got kicked out by the cops.
The game was entertaining otherwise. I was bummed the Sox lost, but it was still an enjoyable game.
I was worried earlier in the day because of the threat of rain, but the night turned out to have really great weather. Look at that blue sky bitches!! Perfect baseball weather.
Afterwards, we kicked it back in Park Slope style at Cherry Tree for some beahs and pizza. Clay rocking out.
Ben is pensive.
Check out Ben's hat. I think it belonged to his grandfather. That is some quality baseball hat gunk. They had to head back to DC that night. Although they had an interesting drive back.
At midnight Chris and I motivated ourselves to go to a party in freakin' Williamsburg (place is FAR from Park Slope ya'll) at Chris's friend's apartment. Here's the decidedly unhipster-like host surrounded by his lady friends.
On the rooftop, it's Tze the adorable partier extraordinaire, Jeff the fun loving party guy, and Nate the good guy who'll dance with any girl to make them happy.
Hey, it's Cyrus and his tie dye Africa shirt! "It's not tie dye dammit!"
Finding the roof a bit chilly, we headed to the party downstairs and sat down in the living room to find that our minority presence...
...cleared the dance floor. *Insert crickets chirping.*
I need another drink. My plastic cup (classy) is empty, ya'll.
Chris concurs. "Yea, you need another drink bro...and get a classy one like mine."
What's a night with a jump I ask? NOTHING!
So we went back upstairs and helped ourselves to a couple bottles of wine.
Cy and Chris are talking, talking, talking. Talk talk talk. "Yea, I need to do some laundry. I could use some quarters--oh wait. GOT IT."
Ingredients for a solid Saturday night.
Me and my new friend.
Yea!
Getting my dance on.
She thought she was getting a nice smiling photo but instead it's just me and Chris ruining yet another nice moment. Party on, Wayne.
Chris and Jeff discussing duck genitalia.
HAHA. Chris, Jeff, and Nate showing the camera love.
This guy (Rob?) was INSISTING that Jeff punch him in the face.
"PUNCH ME!" I'm sure he's a nice kid...but I kinda wanted to see Jeff or someone or ANYONE smack this guy only because he was so freakin' insisting about it.
"We do need some paper towels..."
And then people just started jumping everywhere. Jumpfest 2007.
Cy gets in on it.
Jump jump!
Haha. This photo will make Jeff so happy.
While waiting for Chris as he talked to his friend...
Cy and I took photos in the hallway.
HIHIHIHIHIHI
Sunday morning, er late morning, er early afternoon, I met up with Cy for our weekly brunch strategizing session. Henry was there along with his old cell phone.
The latest in cell phone technology, ya'll.
After food and five cups of coffee, we brought the party to the steps in Union Square.
Henry and his ever present hat.
The pain on Cy's face is the inevitability of the fact he has to go into work on Sunday.
Monday, on my way home after hitting the gym I receive a text from Chris asking me how I felt about going to a party in LES with him and Jeff because of the nice weather. I responded that I felt good about it. We got there and it was literally a party of three. So instead we headed over to the ol' standby, Pianos. I was expecting a relatively low key night. Little did I know.
And we found ourselves in the early stages of a karaoke party there that night. Chris and Jeff seem initially skeptical.
I mean, they were REALLY gawd awful sounding. REALLY AWFUL. But what turned us from haters to...karaoke lovers?
Total Eclipse of the Heart! Jeff is LOVING it. LOVING the Total Eclipse of the Heart.
Wow. Chris is pulling "raising the glass" move early...
THIS photo would go into the Last Night's Party Hall of Fame. Haha. Jeff is studiously examining the Good Book of Songs for song options while Chris looks at him like an insistent wife. "Jeff, we're going with Sinead O'Connor."
Hmmmm. So many options!
And then things really got hot with "Intergalactic...planetary..." (say it out loud like a robot).
Here's a no-surprise: This 'stached guy sang Johnny Cash.
We're lovin' it! (No--no one did Justin Timberlake.)
YEA!
This girl was the star of the night. 1) She was the nuttiest dancer on the floor highlighted by the fact she was practically 7 feet tall, so she kinda stood out to say the least. 2) When she went on stage and looked kind of nervous and suddenly sober, Chris or Jeff said "this is either going to be REALLY amazing or REALLY terrible." If you're wondering what the result was, just look at the picture. LOOK at the mother fucking picture! It was AMAZINGGGG. Possibly one of the greatest thing I've ever seen--along with a guy singing word for word "Gasolina."
The switch to the bottle beer which lessens the spillage possibilities on the dance floor.
If you want to catch the next karaoke session, check it out at karaoke killed the cat.