Wednesday, March 30, 2005
the globe.
i was at rite aid today and aw this and NEEDED a picture of this. its this week issue of THE GLOBE.
highlights:
"Justice... San Quentin Style"
"DEATH" in all capital letters
and best of all... the jubilant exclamation of
"He'll be killed in shower!"
my class was cancelled today so i went to the brooklyn museum for the basquiat exhibit. i suggest it to everyone.. and its 4 bucks with a student ID!
HE'LL BE KILLED IN SHOWER!
highlights:
"Justice... San Quentin Style"
"DEATH" in all capital letters
and best of all... the jubilant exclamation of
"He'll be killed in shower!"
my class was cancelled today so i went to the brooklyn museum for the basquiat exhibit. i suggest it to everyone.. and its 4 bucks with a student ID!
HE'LL BE KILLED IN SHOWER!
Sunday, March 27, 2005
friday and saturday
as mentioned below.. we went to sushi and beer on friday..
first came the delicious, delicious sapporo, then out came individual bottles of saki.
coincidentally, the camera went away until massive amounts of beer and saki had been consumed.
about an hour and a half later:
jason calling ragan to say "dude im faded"
i was super giggly all night.. here's me staying true to form.
me giggling with rizzo.
me giggling with alex.
whilst i was giggling, jason seemed to be in the kissing mood..
rizzo kissing jason (and jason giving the "this is the single best moment of my entire life" face)
jason (blurrily) kissing justin
after sushi a few of us decided to go back to our place and watch the office.
as the trip went on, it seems as though more and more alcohol began seeping into jason's blood, so at the half way point, he could baely hold his head up... he's a little bit before that.
jason and (the newly single!) anna
justin pulling out a good fonz impersonation
alex and anna
so we all finally got back to brooklyn and everyone was drunk so we all ende dup watching about 15 mintues of the office and everyone sort of fell asleep...me jason alex and justin stayed up though, and we realized that (identity withheld for obvious reasons) had been in the bathroom for an extremely long time. a quick knock and opening of the door revealed this:
COMPLETELY PASSED OUT. we were howling with laughter and he didnt move an inch.
so, of course, (a recovered) jason needed a picture with him
justin trying to silence his laughing
and here's our new homemade gummo poster (thanks rasterbator)
and that was friday.
saturday me and jason decided not to drink.. so me him and kati just went to a movie. then after the movie we walked to broome street and met up with alex, jeff, and rizzo and we all decided to walk down to justin's dorm for his roommates' party.
here's the brooklyn bridge (not the best picture, sorry)
jeff pretending to be godzilla on a mini skyscraper statue thing.
so we finally get there.. and earlier in the night alex had some absinthe, and it didnt directly hit him but throughout the night his condition kept getting worse and worse.. here he is like, 2 hours after he drank it (with kati!! my platonic soulmate!)
justin and jeff in the kitchen (there was a keg, and beer pong. it felt like vegas)
me, alex, jason, and kati decided to get the most unhealthy food we could find at 1 am... so we got on the 6 train and rode to crif dogs like kings, in an empty car.
alex (whose condition was still worsening) and jason
kati.. looking smarmy, confused and mysterious all rolled into one
alex hitting rock bottom at crif dogs...
for those not acquainted.. crif dogs is the mecca of junk food. its open until 4 on weekends and has an array of the most unhealthy food you can imagine... here's their menu pages page, check out that menu. amazing.
so after that we just walked around the east village, walked alex home and made sure he got in alright, then we walked kati home and headed back to brooklyn around 3 30 am...it was one of my better nights in new york so far.
first came the delicious, delicious sapporo, then out came individual bottles of saki.
coincidentally, the camera went away until massive amounts of beer and saki had been consumed.
about an hour and a half later:
jason calling ragan to say "dude im faded"
i was super giggly all night.. here's me staying true to form.
me giggling with rizzo.
me giggling with alex.
whilst i was giggling, jason seemed to be in the kissing mood..
rizzo kissing jason (and jason giving the "this is the single best moment of my entire life" face)
jason (blurrily) kissing justin
after sushi a few of us decided to go back to our place and watch the office.
as the trip went on, it seems as though more and more alcohol began seeping into jason's blood, so at the half way point, he could baely hold his head up... he's a little bit before that.
jason and (the newly single!) anna
justin pulling out a good fonz impersonation
alex and anna
so we all finally got back to brooklyn and everyone was drunk so we all ende dup watching about 15 mintues of the office and everyone sort of fell asleep...me jason alex and justin stayed up though, and we realized that (identity withheld for obvious reasons) had been in the bathroom for an extremely long time. a quick knock and opening of the door revealed this:
COMPLETELY PASSED OUT. we were howling with laughter and he didnt move an inch.
so, of course, (a recovered) jason needed a picture with him
justin trying to silence his laughing
and here's our new homemade gummo poster (thanks rasterbator)
and that was friday.
saturday me and jason decided not to drink.. so me him and kati just went to a movie. then after the movie we walked to broome street and met up with alex, jeff, and rizzo and we all decided to walk down to justin's dorm for his roommates' party.
here's the brooklyn bridge (not the best picture, sorry)
jeff pretending to be godzilla on a mini skyscraper statue thing.
so we finally get there.. and earlier in the night alex had some absinthe, and it didnt directly hit him but throughout the night his condition kept getting worse and worse.. here he is like, 2 hours after he drank it (with kati!! my platonic soulmate!)
justin and jeff in the kitchen (there was a keg, and beer pong. it felt like vegas)
me, alex, jason, and kati decided to get the most unhealthy food we could find at 1 am... so we got on the 6 train and rode to crif dogs like kings, in an empty car.
alex (whose condition was still worsening) and jason
kati.. looking smarmy, confused and mysterious all rolled into one
alex hitting rock bottom at crif dogs...
for those not acquainted.. crif dogs is the mecca of junk food. its open until 4 on weekends and has an array of the most unhealthy food you can imagine... here's their menu pages page, check out that menu. amazing.
so after that we just walked around the east village, walked alex home and made sure he got in alright, then we walked kati home and headed back to brooklyn around 3 30 am...it was one of my better nights in new york so far.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
tomorrow night.
hey. if you read this, live in new york, and know me (or even dont know me... new friends are never a bad thing), we're having a big sushi/beer extravaganza followed by party at our apartment. this is tomorrow (friday night).. IM me for the DEETS.
friendly reminder
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Monday, March 21, 2005
amazing.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
drunk night in
me and jason couldnt find anyhting to do last night, so we decided to stay home and get drunk off our asses.. this is what transpired.
it started like any other night, with us drinking from out discount store beer mugs...
but that was at 6 pm... but 9 we were gone.
here's jason posing like shawn michaels (the heartbreak kid)
for those uninformed.. shawn michaels is a professional wrestler
we then got pizza... (note the fact that the pizza box is actually sitting on top of ANOTHER empty pizza box from a few days ago.. we live in filth)
and i decided to take pictures of the tv. (iron chef.. my new obbsession)
and here is one of fat joe on tv. i had this amazing concept to get a good picture of him from the tv and say we were hanging out with fat joe (god i suck when i drink)
yeah. hilarious.
i thought so at least
and that is all.
wow what a pointless post.
yay for in house drunken saturdays!
it started like any other night, with us drinking from out discount store beer mugs...
but that was at 6 pm... but 9 we were gone.
here's jason posing like shawn michaels (the heartbreak kid)
for those uninformed.. shawn michaels is a professional wrestler
we then got pizza... (note the fact that the pizza box is actually sitting on top of ANOTHER empty pizza box from a few days ago.. we live in filth)
and i decided to take pictures of the tv. (iron chef.. my new obbsession)
and here is one of fat joe on tv. i had this amazing concept to get a good picture of him from the tv and say we were hanging out with fat joe (god i suck when i drink)
yeah. hilarious.
i thought so at least
and that is all.
wow what a pointless post.
yay for in house drunken saturdays!
Friday, March 18, 2005
LAS VEGAS AS NICK
ok so i promised an update for tuesday, but here i am, in bed on friday afternoon, finally cracking the whip on myself and posting. sorry for the wait, but trust me.. i needed the time to fully recover. so take a deep breath.. hold it for 1 2 3...exhale...
FRIDAY
i boarded an airplane at 7 10 on friday morning, and for those who have ever flown out of JFK airport, you know its a long trip from ANYWHERE...s o i left for the airport at about 5. i usually go to bed around 3, so i decided just to wait it out and not sleep.
so my car shows up, and the driver is a nice guy, but he doesn't speak english that well, and on top of that.. he mumbled. so th ENTIRE ride was like this:
driver: heyman, whatchu tink about michael jackson, dyou(incomprehensible babble)-guilty?
me: ::uncomfortable laugh... then i realize he asked me a question:: uhh yeah man.
anyways, i didn't catch the car-nap that i was hoping to, so i was evenmore tired once i got to the airport.
i finally got on the plane and snuggled into my EXIT ROW, WINDOW SEAT (for the informed airplane traveler, you must know this is the best possible seat on the airplane in terms of leg room, and if the plane goes down you automatically become a HERO.. so there's really nothing bad about the exit row)
so after take off i snuggle into my seat and began my nap. when the flight attendent came around for drinks, she woke me up and i asked for a water, then went back to sleep. next thing i know im jutting awake because of a huge pile of ice that landed straight on my crotch.
i was super confused and angry, then i figured it all out. when the drinks came, the woman sitting next to me put down my tray-table (im a master of airplane lingo), and the woman had put my cup of ice on it and bottle of water next to it. im guessing it sat there long enough for plenty of the ice to melt.. then there was some turbulence and it simply slid off and landed in my crotch.
anyways.. i sort of just angrily scooped the ice onto the ground and went back to sleep.
next thing i know we were landing in las vegas (for the 5 hour flight from ny to lv, that's quite the feat of sleeping)
so me and my mom go to her house and i fall asleep on her couch for most of the day, then robbie came by after work at we went to house to get ready for a show in boulder city.
we walked to food 4 less, and on the way an ATM machine ate my card.. but luckily i had some cash for the pabst and no doz. a killer combo. our friends tyler and mike then picked us up from food for less and we were officially off to boulder city.
here's robbie on the way..looking pissed about the atm machine eating my card.
mike was riding shotgun, and wasn't nearly as mad about the atm debacle.
so we get to the show and it goes on and on and die for the moment decides to throw shirts out, and robbie somehow got the girls shirt.
here's him playing a maraca in his new shirt.
so we left the show and decided to head back to faustos (mexican restaurant. amazing)... we get there and some dudes from this band LYNCH THY BEAUTY are there. theyre all about 16 or 17 and i tell them that im "nick" from the infamous las vegas message board airbag
i guess they remembered all the shit i talked on their name, because no, they didnt say anyhting to my face, but when i walked out of fausto's, they drove by and tossed a drink at me and robbie, completely missing. they then proceeded to talk all this shit from a moving car. completely ridiculous. so that ended that night, we went back to robbie's and passed out.
SATURDAY
robbie, being an EMT, is used to waking up super early, so on saturday we woke me up at 9 because he had been up for a while and was bored.
here is robbie's neighbor's house. mmm white trash.
for those of you who have never been to las vegas, its not anything like you would expect. its alot of this:
(check out the arm cameo in the mirror.)
so in our driving around, we decided to have a bbq at robbie's house.
tyler hymanson (who i've known since i was like 8) came...
robbie on his hammock that was dangerlously close to the ground
chris read and derek sutherland showed up
(cameo from my NEW SHOE)
chris parco and the future mrs. chris parco, brittney terry. (ENGAGED... im still suprised by it.. but they're happy and in love... so good for them!)
mine and robbie's future protege mike was there... tie and all. (he then left the bbq to hang out with angela, but we wont hold it against him.)
we then left robbie's house to go to balcony lights for a dance party. mind you, they said the party started at 9. we got there at 10 15 and they were locking up the store. here's how the conversation went
me: hey, i thought there was a dance party here at 9?
them: yeah, at 9.
me: but its 10 15
them: yeah, it was at 9.
WEAK.
so we went to 7 11 and picked up two sparks and went to pick up whitney to go to a party.
we got there and it was filled with high school girls wearing skanky clothes. and who is never far away from THAT combination? ah yes.
RAGAN.
here's a picture of joe taking a picture of me taking a picture of him (and vice versa?)
and here's the flipside of that picture (and a handy guide if you ever wondered what it looked like to go to a party with me and have me annoying you with constant photos
whitney and robbie on the stairs, pretending to have fun.
and the night concluded with 2 near fights. WHY CAN PEOPLE NOT TAKE JOKES?
SUNDAY
me and robbie have been eating at this sushi place for the last year or so, its become sort of a tradition for us. this visit was no different, only this time we invited whitney to join us, and to drive us home (helllooo all you can drink.)
the camera didn't come out until about 45 minutes into the meal, so you dont get to see the drinking, only the "drunk".
robbie posing with 2 of the 5 or so huge bottles of sapporo he drank.
whitney "i dont drink that often, and tonight was no exception, and im not impressed by you two drunk baffoons" nash
robbie with the patented "ginger moustache"
post-saki bomb (at this point we are fucking KRUNT* with a capital K R U N T)
(*krunt is a word im attempting to introduce into everyday language... feel free to use it ALL THE TIME)
robbie couldn't stand to walk all the way from the restaurant to whitney's car (about 35 feet), so he had to take a little rest
followed by a nap in the back of whitney's car.
so that's that..monday and tuesday were great as well, but for some reason i didnt take pictures.
and so concludes las vegas as nick.. i am SUPER FUCKING EXCITED for this summer.
FRIDAY
i boarded an airplane at 7 10 on friday morning, and for those who have ever flown out of JFK airport, you know its a long trip from ANYWHERE...s o i left for the airport at about 5. i usually go to bed around 3, so i decided just to wait it out and not sleep.
so my car shows up, and the driver is a nice guy, but he doesn't speak english that well, and on top of that.. he mumbled. so th ENTIRE ride was like this:
driver: heyman, whatchu tink about michael jackson, dyou(incomprehensible babble)-guilty?
me: ::uncomfortable laugh... then i realize he asked me a question:: uhh yeah man.
anyways, i didn't catch the car-nap that i was hoping to, so i was evenmore tired once i got to the airport.
i finally got on the plane and snuggled into my EXIT ROW, WINDOW SEAT (for the informed airplane traveler, you must know this is the best possible seat on the airplane in terms of leg room, and if the plane goes down you automatically become a HERO.. so there's really nothing bad about the exit row)
so after take off i snuggle into my seat and began my nap. when the flight attendent came around for drinks, she woke me up and i asked for a water, then went back to sleep. next thing i know im jutting awake because of a huge pile of ice that landed straight on my crotch.
i was super confused and angry, then i figured it all out. when the drinks came, the woman sitting next to me put down my tray-table (im a master of airplane lingo), and the woman had put my cup of ice on it and bottle of water next to it. im guessing it sat there long enough for plenty of the ice to melt.. then there was some turbulence and it simply slid off and landed in my crotch.
anyways.. i sort of just angrily scooped the ice onto the ground and went back to sleep.
next thing i know we were landing in las vegas (for the 5 hour flight from ny to lv, that's quite the feat of sleeping)
so me and my mom go to her house and i fall asleep on her couch for most of the day, then robbie came by after work at we went to house to get ready for a show in boulder city.
we walked to food 4 less, and on the way an ATM machine ate my card.. but luckily i had some cash for the pabst and no doz. a killer combo. our friends tyler and mike then picked us up from food for less and we were officially off to boulder city.
here's robbie on the way..looking pissed about the atm machine eating my card.
mike was riding shotgun, and wasn't nearly as mad about the atm debacle.
so we get to the show and it goes on and on and die for the moment decides to throw shirts out, and robbie somehow got the girls shirt.
here's him playing a maraca in his new shirt.
so we left the show and decided to head back to faustos (mexican restaurant. amazing)... we get there and some dudes from this band LYNCH THY BEAUTY are there. theyre all about 16 or 17 and i tell them that im "nick" from the infamous las vegas message board airbag
i guess they remembered all the shit i talked on their name, because no, they didnt say anyhting to my face, but when i walked out of fausto's, they drove by and tossed a drink at me and robbie, completely missing. they then proceeded to talk all this shit from a moving car. completely ridiculous. so that ended that night, we went back to robbie's and passed out.
SATURDAY
robbie, being an EMT, is used to waking up super early, so on saturday we woke me up at 9 because he had been up for a while and was bored.
here is robbie's neighbor's house. mmm white trash.
for those of you who have never been to las vegas, its not anything like you would expect. its alot of this:
(check out the arm cameo in the mirror.)
so in our driving around, we decided to have a bbq at robbie's house.
tyler hymanson (who i've known since i was like 8) came...
robbie on his hammock that was dangerlously close to the ground
chris read and derek sutherland showed up
(cameo from my NEW SHOE)
chris parco and the future mrs. chris parco, brittney terry. (ENGAGED... im still suprised by it.. but they're happy and in love... so good for them!)
mine and robbie's future protege mike was there... tie and all. (he then left the bbq to hang out with angela, but we wont hold it against him.)
we then left robbie's house to go to balcony lights for a dance party. mind you, they said the party started at 9. we got there at 10 15 and they were locking up the store. here's how the conversation went
me: hey, i thought there was a dance party here at 9?
them: yeah, at 9.
me: but its 10 15
them: yeah, it was at 9.
WEAK.
so we went to 7 11 and picked up two sparks and went to pick up whitney to go to a party.
we got there and it was filled with high school girls wearing skanky clothes. and who is never far away from THAT combination? ah yes.
RAGAN.
here's a picture of joe taking a picture of me taking a picture of him (and vice versa?)
and here's the flipside of that picture (and a handy guide if you ever wondered what it looked like to go to a party with me and have me annoying you with constant photos
whitney and robbie on the stairs, pretending to have fun.
and the night concluded with 2 near fights. WHY CAN PEOPLE NOT TAKE JOKES?
SUNDAY
me and robbie have been eating at this sushi place for the last year or so, its become sort of a tradition for us. this visit was no different, only this time we invited whitney to join us, and to drive us home (helllooo all you can drink.)
the camera didn't come out until about 45 minutes into the meal, so you dont get to see the drinking, only the "drunk".
robbie posing with 2 of the 5 or so huge bottles of sapporo he drank.
whitney "i dont drink that often, and tonight was no exception, and im not impressed by you two drunk baffoons" nash
robbie with the patented "ginger moustache"
post-saki bomb (at this point we are fucking KRUNT* with a capital K R U N T)
(*krunt is a word im attempting to introduce into everyday language... feel free to use it ALL THE TIME)
robbie couldn't stand to walk all the way from the restaurant to whitney's car (about 35 feet), so he had to take a little rest
followed by a nap in the back of whitney's car.
so that's that..monday and tuesday were great as well, but for some reason i didnt take pictures.
and so concludes las vegas as nick.. i am SUPER FUCKING EXCITED for this summer.
