July 31, 2008

• *TRIPLE BIRTHDAY PARTY PART 2*

  WE DRINK. WE PARTY. WE BOOZE. WE POSE.  After birthday dinner came birthday buzz, worthy of 136 hubbilicious spanks.  I chose the bar/lounge SOLAS (East 9th bet. 2nd & 3rd Ave), because it’s cool, casual, no attitude, accommodating, and below 14th St.  Drinking above 14th St. gives me (and my wallet) a nosebleed.  So SOLAS was the absolute perfect place.  They gave us the private Red Room upstairs and we had no trouble filling it with our gorgeous garrulous crew.  Here’s how it all went down…

  
  

  (forewarning:  even though this was not my b’day, I do dominate most of the photos.  But this was to be expected, as I am jasonbasin after all.  Vamping on!)

  
  

  

  
  

  In our private room, I stood up on the go-go dancer stage for an aerial shot of the couchy corner.  Overseeing the action and making everyone fun was my #1 priority.

  
  

   

  
  

  The party started with the 12 of us who migrated from dinner to the bar, waiting for other friends to migrate to us from Queens, NJ, Chelsea, etc.

  
  

   

  
  

  Our dear friend Bob and new friend Todd made everyone look bad by presenting each birthday boy with a most excellent, most creative, most thoughtful gift.  Michael, Patrick & Gary each got a wine box, customized with their names on the cover in cut-out craft lettering.  Inside was all the necessary wine gadgetry:  corkscrew, stopper, foil cutter, pourer, and drip-protector.  But that’s not all!  The heartstopper was a bottle of red wine with a special label — a photo of all 3 birthday guys and the caption: “Like a fine wine, getting better with age”.   SO NICE!!  And supremely thoughtful!  Michael was especially in love with it, as he clutched it all nite like a child with a new toy.  Yay boxes!

  
  

     

  
  

  For making everyone look bad with the priceless gifts, we stuck Bob (above in pinky-orange) with the pricey bar tab.  Here’s the drunken good time he paid for:

  
  

  

  
  

  Take a look at my all-ho’ing look.  I’ll be using it all nite long.  I’m not gonna lie…I stole this look from my BitchFF, wehoroy.  Roy calls it his “all-knowing look”, and I redubbed it his “all-ho’ing look”.  I also realized when you turn your head a little, it creates a very flattering photogenic angle.  Just ask Mariah.

  
  

    

  
  

  My adorable cousin Jennifer and Joe.  Fun-fabulous Caroline, bubbyMichael, and my bro Yuddie Yud.

  
  

   

  
  

  Gary, me, Ben.  The coveted crowded couch corner.

  
  

   

  
  

  This is our signature pose.  I’ve noticed my once-bony ass has gotten a tad huger over the years, and Michael struggles a little more to maintain the hold.  Sorry bubs!  I’ll eat more salads.

  
  

  

  
  

  Todd, Patrick, moi, Michael, Bob.  Not too drunk just yet….we’re all still sitting upright.

  
  

   

  
  

  Mojito, Backyard (Stoli Rasp & Cran), Cosmo.  Me and adorable cupie-doll Skion in white (he’s my hubby’s ex. Yes, we’re friends and I truly adore him!) and Todd.  Skion pulled me over to the bar a few times to do shots.  I recall a disgusting tasteless Lemon Drop, and a decadent creamy Slippery Nipple (or is it Buttery Nipple?).  Baileys, Kahlua, creme…it was just delicious. 

  
  

  

  
  

  I hopped back up on the go-go stage to, um, just take pictures. 

  
  

   

  
  

  Bubbie & Bobola.  The brothers Suchocki.

  
  

   

  
  

  Gary & Aaron (GAaron).  Bennifer & P.diddy.

  
  

   

  
  

  Phil & Heather (PHeather).  M & J Tsaychocki.

  
  

   

  
  

  Steven & Steven (the Stevens).  Bennifer, me, the elusive Edward.  We see Edward once every 5 years. 

  
  

  

  
  

  Center of JAttention.  I made sure to shift my weight to my left ass-cheek, so as to maximize pressure and pain on Bennifer’s balls.  It’s payback for barely lifting a finger to help with this party.  It was all me, bitches!!

  
  

   

  
  

  Michael w/ Darwin & Jhonson (far right).  It was a very busy nite, with friends arriving every few minutes.  I made sure everyone felt welcomed and introduced everyone around as much as I could.  That’s the ultimate job of any good hostess.  The worst is when someone arrives and doesn’t talk to anyone or make any effort and you have to babysit them or pawn them off on someone else.  Ugh…dead party weight.  P.diddy shakes someone’s hand.  I have no idea whose hand.

  
  

   

  
  

  There was A LOT of grabbing and groping at this party.  If you got too close to the couch, you were grabbed, groped, poked, spanked, yanked.

  
  

  

  
  

  Mi familia gorgeousa:  Joe, cousin Furfur, sis-in-law Rosa, us, Yud.  I can always count on my family to come out and drink with us.  And now that Furfur is of drinking age, it’s extra fun!

  
  

   

  
  

  us with wonderful Caroline, who gave Michael a $200 restaurant gift certificate.  $200!!!  We are terribly humbled and terribly hungry.  THANKS SO MUCH, CRAZYLINE!!

  
  

   

  
  

  Mark and Furfur help with the photogging.

  
  

   

  
  

  I look much drunker here than I really was.  In fact, I was pretty undrunk the whole nite, as I had to look after buzzyMichael and other friends.  Gary steals a peck on Edward. 

  
  

   

  
  

  Over in the Irish corner, Darren uses Patrick as a pillow.  And here I’m joined by new pal Ian, whom I’d never met.  We’ve been facebook friends for a short while.  I invited him to join us since we have some mutual friends here, and he actually came!  I applaud that.

  
  

   

  
  

  Furfur proves to be Funfun.  She matched me mojito for mojito.  And even after I stopped drinking (bc I kept misplacing my drink), she went on and on and on like any good 21-yr-old college senior.  Darren & me.

  
  

   

  
  

  the gaysians were all very touchy-feely…with each other.  And the camera was always rolling.

  
  

    

  
  

  more gaysian lesbian action (note to self:  sticking out your tongue gives you double-chins on film).  Bennifer & Todd formed a dangerous alliance that evening.  Destruction & devastation soon to follow.

  
  

   

  
  

  I got too close to this section of couch and got grabbed.  So did Darren (left).  The Irishmen sure are grabby when boozey.

  
  

   

  
  

  Later on a mixture of cutie and skanky gaysians arrived, but it was too late.  Everyone was sufficiently shitfaced and didn’t care to meet new people.  Bob, Todd and Michael vie for the drunkest-of-the-nite award.

  
  

  

  
  

  supercute Skiddoo, supertan Patrick, superfabulous me, Superbitch Bennifer, superwild debut Todd, superdrinker Bobola.

  
  

   

  
  

  By 1:30, there were only a few of us left, and our ‘private’ room was getting invaded by straight white kids.  Michael was having such a good time, he didn’t wanna leave.  He kept slurring “I just want one more drink…one more drink!”  But we all know where one more drink leads — straight to pukeytown and hangoverville.  So I called a car service back to Bayonne (Delancey Car Service to Bayonne, $45), and took Phil & Heather with us.  The car came quickly with the most awesome stylin new SUV and we enjoyed a smooth relaxing traffic-free ride home.  Bubby clutched his wine box gift the whole ride home and savored the luscious open-window breeze from the NJ Tpke, saying “this ride is so NOT making me sick!”  I was so appreciative of the luxurious ride, I tipped the driver $10.  We all popped Advils, downed some water, and hit the pillows happily. 

  
  

  The next morning, we all woke just fine, but very hoarse from shouting all nite over loud music.  We compared notes on the nite’s events, thanked the lord we weren’t nauseous, and met up with local friends for omelettes and pancakes at Little Food Cafe in Bayonne.  A perfect nite out partying is not complete without a perfect next morning.  This time, we achieved party perfection.

  
  

   

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