new year's eve 2004

december 31, 2004

Yeah, so this site is a year behind. I'm writing this on December 30, 2005. It's been a crazy year and captioning these photos from last New Year's Eve is getting me excited for tomorrow night. Well anyway, here's what happened last year! I started the night off at Meredith's apartment with the traditional New Year's Eve feast of... ...ravioli, Cheetos and Red Bull. Top that shit off with a can of Sparks for the road and you're good to go! We headed over to Emily's apartment for some warm up schnacks and drinks. She was serving champagne... ...but we were still drinking Sparks. Which usually leads to some Holiday cock-touchin. Grant arrived and Emily immediately swooped in close to assess his holiday moustache. With my fancy cam all busted out already, we decided it was time for aerial pics! Pretty decent... ...better... ..Yahtzee! (Check out Meredith screaming in the background. Hahahah). This photo translated into English mean "You there with the camera! It is your turn to jump high." Grant has mastered the art of jumping and making "relaxing looking" faces. Most times when I end up doing it, I'm making a face like I'm pooping. At best, I manage to look surprised. Emily busted out another bottle of champagne and I wanted to see if I could manage to capture a picture of the cork in flight. Ready? 1, 2... ...3! I missed the cork coming out of the bottle, but if look by Emily's ear you'll see that I did manage to capture it going through her hair mid-flight after it had ricocheted off the wall! Mr. Moustache (First name, Comedy) loves him some champagne! After Emily's we headed for the 1st Ave... ...to hop the L train to Williamsburg where we ran into... ...former Nerve.com photo editor and long-time-no-see friend Debbie Grossman! First stop in Brooklyn: Jenny Lim's party where we ran into a bunch of other long-time-no-see Nerve and Spring Street Network (R.I.P. *sniffle*) employees. Here's Grant practicing shilling for Finlandia vodka. (Just a few days earlier he'd found out that Jake had managed to get Grant on the the all expenses paid Finlandia press-junket trip to Finland and Lapland!) After leaving Jenny and Jamie's party, we hit the street to meet up with Siege, Katie and Amanda and head to John and Terri's apartment right on the water to watch the fireworks from the rooftop. But not before we had a quick in-between cars... ..Pee Break! Woooooo! Check out the insane view. Amanda and Grant. Siege and Katie. Down by the roof's edge. Who's my best friend? Awwww. As much as we love each other, we had to break our embrace before the countdown ended. Smoochy-smoochy at midnight. Awww. Somehow, sweet innocent New Year's Eve smooches quickly devolved to giving "look like I got kicked in the neck" hickeys. Meredith gets Katie... ...and Katie gives one right back. Look at Katie's neck! Jesus. Meredith is a hickey-giving machine. I tried my best to give Meredith a hickey (I had no sucess either). And then quickly learned why she's so good at giving them...she bites. I hate it. Kate and Meredith double-teaming Amanda. Amanda seems to like hickeys about as much as me. Grant getting a moon-lit kiss that knocked his hat off! After the party on the roof had died down a bit, we headed downstairs to John and Terri's apartment. I couldn't get enough of Grant's moustache and was snapping off pics like his personal paparazzi. There was a nice, mellow group of people hanging out at in the apartment. Happy 2 (_)(_) 5! The boobies are zeros! Get it? Ha! Katie shows off her hickeys while Meredith looks on as the proud hickey-parent. First self-portrait of the year. First DLR high-jump of the year! First ugly-face of the year! A little while after the ball dropped, Amanda got a Happy New Year phone call from her mom... ...which Grant used as an opportunity to... ...molest Amanda knowing that she'd be unable to protest. Siege helps Grant with a boob nuzzle. Please! Like Grant needs help nuzzling boobs! Or sucking pretzel-cock. I momentarily left my group to see what some drunk girl across the room was up to. It takes me about ten seconds to spot a rowdy, drunk girl in a crowd. I started goofing around with her and snapping pics... ...ok, maybe nuzzling her boobs a bit. And the next thing you know... A party tit flash! When I rejoined the group, Grant was incredulous. "Did that girl just pop out her wab for the camera?" "Yes, indeed she did." Grant: "I'm gonna go say hi to her - bring the cam." So Grant went over to introduce himself... ...to HER ASS. Then came some "late nineties in Miami" inspired booty-dancing. Then a panty check? (To be honest, I'm not even sure what's going on here.) And then? KA-BLAMMO! Hahaha. Look at how excited he is! If you ever want to cheer Grant up, just get a stranger to walk up to him and put her tits in his face. Hahaha. The reach-around from behind! Nice! Siege, not typically one to be left out of any kind of "titty action" going on at a party, steps up and gives one of them milkers a squeeze... ...before going in for a nuzzle of his own. Hahaha. You kids are all nuts! Hahaha. Grant got a little over-zealous with his tit-popping and... ...popped one of Meredith's tits right as Katie snapped this photo. I was a little late on the draw, and instead ended up capturing... ...Meredith's reaction to having her tit popped non-consensually out of her shirt. That ain' coo. She wasn't really mad. So...HIGH TEN! Besides getting some great boob pics at the party, I also won a $20 bet. This girl was talking about the movie Goonies and turned and asked me "Hey, what was the name of the lumpy head guy?" "Sloth," I told her. "Sloth Fratelli." She was like "That's not even close." Anyway, I was positive that it was this his name. We were gonna Google it, but no computers were around. In the end, we decided that we'd walk around the party and ask other party-goers the same question. If at least five other people, unprompted by me, named the lumpy-headed character in question as "Sloth," I'd win $20. If, I couldn't find five partygoers to corraborate, I'd have to pay her $20. Needless to say, I had that shit wrapped up in about three minutes. Here's me with the girl I made the bet with. Hahah. (Just for the record, I'm so right.) Upon leaving the party, we ran into the only person drunker than the girl who had her tits out for like 20 minutes - this guy. In what I'm sure started out as a joke, he'd gotten some girl he knew (at least I hope he knew her!) to lie down under this grate that was in the hallway. (Don't ask me! I don't know what it was doing there, either! Remember, this was in Williamsburg, so unbeknownst to us, the grate was probably a "modern sculpture" that had been donated to "improve the art consciousness of people in building.") It was funny for like the first 30 seconds (but much like the girl who popped her tits out) this guy just wouldn't quit. And by quit, I mean, let the girl out from under the grate. When he started jumping up and down on it like a monkey, we knew it was time to round up the rest of the crew and skidaddle. We left the building to the sounds of this dude singing while doing a little Irish jig on top of the grate. Happy New Year, Dude! We left the party and headed back to Beford to catch the subway. Check out this "off to see the Wizard" shot that either Katie or Siege managed to snap. Hahaha. Clayton Cubbitt: Underwear Investigator. Group shot underground. The train came and we headed back into Manhattan to check out a few other parties. One of these guys is doing his own thing... This isn't from New Year's, but it was one of the pics that Katie sent around with the other pics she took of the night and I thought this would be as good a place as any to repost it. First stop in Manhattan was to say high to Leigh at the MisShapes party at the Tribecca Grand. We saw the last two minutes of Fannypack performing, and then hightailed it out of there because it was too crowded. While waiting for a cab outside, I saw the Moustache (note the use of a capital "M") that Grant's moustache aspires to one day be and I asked its owner if he'd mind letting his moustache pose for a picture with my friend's baby-moustache. He was happy to oblige. Afterwards, we went to some crazy-ass loft party somewhere near Hester and Grand. But it was so crowded inside that we lost track of Amanda and Grant. After 20 minutes of searching, Siege, Katie, Meredith and I decided to call it a night and head home. On the way out, we saw this cute little kiddie potty. I'm a big boy now! Happy 2005 Everyone! Hope your year was great! (added on 12.29.2005)

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