Weekend's Over- BOOOO!

So this weekend was pretty awesome. After some movie nights and fun stuff like that, Whiz and I were ready to party. We went on Saturday night to a house party in the grove, where we played some fucking awesome rounds of pool beer pong on a floating table that the very talented (and very cute) Sam made! The house is huge, the pool is fun, and as soon as we got an ipod going, the party went from quiet and sober to rowdy and drunk... At least for Whiz, Sam and I! I wish I would have had some pics to show off, because
a. Whiz and I won almost every game we played
b. we were definitely THE party of the party
c. the table was at boob-level so it didn't take much to distract the opponents considering there was a waterfall running down two scantily clad chicks' chests.
d. We drank an insane amount of Yeungling + Chlorinated water
--- Which brings me to my next point of waking up with the worst fucking stomach ache ever because of all the pool water I drank. Picture this.... ball in pool, floating beer pong table, drunken splashing.... consumed. YUCK! No wonder, right?

After drinking a half of a bottle of Pepto Bismal, I was ready to celebrate the long weekend with my buddies at Bed on the beach. Yeah I know what you're thinking, but it was actually a lot of fun. Monte just got back in town, so the usual suspects piled into his car, we drank a bit at One Miami, then took a cab to the beach, which I'm really happy about.

Oh, did I mention we were already pretty obliterated by the time we got to Bed, and there was an open bar? Oh, and a bottle. Sorta like old times, I guess. Drunky-monkeys continued to drink and dance and sweat (obvs) and after the beach, Christian and I went on some brilliant adventures with the rest of the grove kids that included intoxicated skateboarding, sand bar (?), and getting kicked out of flannigans? What? I still don't really get that, but whatever.

Poor Matt just wanted his sandwich. :)

I'll skip a few hours that are probably better off staying in my fuzzy memory bank I call a brain, and here I am, still in bed, on my 2nd movie, drinking high volumes of fluids, talking to some buddies, and sorta useless. But that's ok. Tomorrow starts real life (as real as being a student can be) and lots of responsibility. Like for example, TWELVE HOURS OF BEING ON CAMPUS. Aghhh! Terrifying, I know.

Anyway, here are some pictures that I FINALLY got developed from when Jake was in Miami, and he, Christian and I went on a few adventures around the grove! Enjoy:
Photo by Jake... I'll call it... "I'm fucking exhausted... I love you but do we have to go out AGAIN?"

This is the pathway to my house... Not sure who took this though... If it's cool, probably Jake.

RIP little one:

Christian and his baby boy, Kilo

Jake smoking a joint with strawberry flavored rolling paper:

Baked. As. Hell.

The walk into the grove:

I don't know, really...

Baby Ki and my sweet kicks!

Johnny Rockets tastes sooo good after a delicious joint:

Christian is my FAVORITEEEEEEEE!!!! I love you my mexican pizza

oh and ps. JAKE IN MIAMI ROUND 2 COMING IN OCTOBER!!!!!!

Sleepy Baby Monkey

Reminds me of a drunk Jake. No? Yes?

Things I Miss About New York

1. Getting violated by my roomates:

2. Stealing my roomies' clothes:

3. Cheap PBR... or PBR in general:

4. Slip N Sliding using hipster sweat as lubricant!


5. Alcohol-induced cuddles:

6. Sketchy Greenpoint, BK, where my OBGYN puts posters of himself in a bowtie to entice the ladies to let him... ew... gross.


7.My family....

8. My Chef-Boy-R-Jew!:

9. My friends loving me even when I look like this:


10. Since I am the slowest walker of the group... Not seeing this everyday....


To quote my favorite band, LCD Soundsystem... "New York I love you, but you're bringing me down...."

Jake's Sleeping Habits: Update

Alive and kickin at 5pm.

"Too much iron going through the body... Puts it into overload."


Ha!

And the World's Best Sleeper goes to....

It's 3pm and he hasn't budged with four loud girls showering, blabbing on the phone, slamming doors, and pmsing... impressive.

My New York Artards

I don't know what's worse... Ryan spending the whole day making these, Jake making an entire myspace album of these, or me being so entertained by them that I'm actually blogging them...

One of the many reasons why I have the best friends in the world. Captions by Jake:
At work in Midtown


Saving the Day!

Smoking

At Lotus

About to go to White Castle

On the set of the Sopranos

At Marquee

Mowing the lawn

High School Senior pic

On Vacation in Miami

In Alabama

Gettin gay!

In south beach

Chinese New Year

Prom picture

Perez Hilton

Sack

Dr. Stephen Hawking

Really.. I have the greatest friends.

Daily Douche Fag! New York City!

So I'm talking post-lunch with Jake and he tells me this story that I can't help but post as my daily douche fag. Fuck corporate pricks!!!!!
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Here's the story:
i went to lunch/coffee with a friend and we were just sitting at penn station on a bench and this homeless man started playing with us and playing like peekaboo. like a really nice cute homeless man. no harm at all. so we gave him change

5 feet away he was asking for change from this businessman eating lunch and the businessman and some tough dude were like screaming at him and degrading him in front of everyone and making him feel like shit. like "GET A JOB FUCK YOU"

blah blah and like almost trying to fist fight him for no reason. like he was just being nice. corporate america. this homeless guy. these businessmen made the cops get him and drag him away in front of everyone
and he was like "i dont mean any harm" and it was true. he was really nice...like dancing and making kids laugh
ugh i just wanted to cry. i turned around and said to the business man can you just leave him alone
and he looked at me strange. and was like shutup

one guy was about to fist fight him and the homeless guy was like "just walk away, we dont have to do this, i didnt mean to start any fight, i just want something to eat."
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That is fucked up.... When I get to NY I am bringing my camcorder and getting shit like this on film. Stay tuned.

Adventures of Jake and Alexi

So Jake just left yesterday morning, and after three nights of crazy partying, one bat mitzvah, and many smokes later, I am still alive.

The most shocking thing to happen this whole weekend? I actually have a video clip on my phone of Jake saying "I love Miami," completely sober. Wow... the New Yorker digs this place. I have a feeling it may have to do with his amazing tour guide: yours truly. :)

SO while the rest of the crew was in New York falling deeper into the addiction to ice pops, Jake and I cruised around Miami calling people out as we drove by, ate an AMAZING brunch at the Raleigh Hotel during a monsoon, drank Veuve Champagne at Poplife, and smoked a lot of fucking weed. Best part of Jake leaving? I couldn't even be sad because A. I was delirious from being up all night and B. Just 9 days left till I get to New York for my obnoxious 2 month stay in BK with my buds.

Here are some shots from the weekend, courtesy of 8mts and Popness Party!

@ Money $hot:

sketchball/guido glasses:

Our couch of the night:

No pictures please!

mmmm....

Ooo. I'm so fancy:

I dont know where he puts the junk food he loves...

He tried to pay me for sexual favors but I said his money is no good here.

Drunken Air Guitar solo or gay lean?

Guilty look hahah

Sketchballs with champagne!

The End! And did I mention how Jake KILLED IT on Friday with his fucking awesome electro set from 1am til I have no idea @ ps14? So glad he came, and everyone (shocking) loved him. Jake, Miami loves you, come back soon!!! :)