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Fall 2005 |
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 Missa & Val out for a night o' fun 9/17/05 |
 Val, Missa, Stacey & Andrea at the WAC 9/17/05 |
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 Val, Amy, Sandy, Boo and I all went to the 2005 Phantom Gourmet Food Festival on Landsdowne Street 9/24/05 |
 Val, Amy, Boo and Sandy with round 1 of drinks 9/24/05 |
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 Missa, Val, Amy & Boo, at approximately 10:50am with our first round of drinks. Val has a delicious purple Shakkatini and the rest of us have purple frozen Phantom Freezes 9/24/05 |
 Val with her delicious Shakkatini, as we're perched by the fantastic Rasta band from Brooklyn 9/24/05 |
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 Val & Missa at the bar at Avalon....talk about coming full circle! This is where "it" began, and this is where "it" shall end! 9/24/05 |
 Val, Missa, Amy, Boo & Sandy about to leave the FF. The Phantom Gourmet people did a fabulous job, although Val and I really only sampled the alcoholic beverages. It was an amazing event, regardless! 9/24/05 |
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 Later that same evening, Val & I decided to continue the drink fest by popping a bottle of Dom. Here I am enjoying a swig in the front lawn. Yes, that's a boxspring I'm relaxing on. Have a nice life, loser! 9/24/05 |
 Missa and Remy, who has apparently also become a fan of Dom 9/24/05 |
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 Val and I toasting some Dom to my quote of the century, "That's the best $1,500 I've ever spent!" 9/24/05 |
And make sure to check out the newest participant of the Page of Mad Offense, who was seen and immediately photographed for posting at the Food Festival on 9/24/05. (Make sure you scroll to the bottom...she's the last entry.) |
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 Missa and Scott at Legals in Park Square...where we were perched right next to where a one Derek Jeter and a group of Yankees were watching the Roy Jones fight 10/01/05 |
 Val and Scott at Legals 10/01/05 |
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 Missa and Val finishing up our night o' Yankees stalking, which started at Stephanie's on Newbury (where we spotted David Wells dining), followed by the lounge at the Ritz-Carlton, where we made an invaluable connection to the Yankees organization (thank you, Vincent!), then finally to here where we hit the Yankee jackpot 10/01/05 |
 A small note about this "Yankee stalking." I think we all know I am a worshipper of the Red Sox, but I'm sorry... even the most die hard of Red Sox fans cannot deny that Derek Jeter is the finest thing to walk the face of the earth! Thus, the desire to see this said fineness in person. |
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 Me and my lobster carcass as the 111 Chophouse 10/8/05 |
 Val taking a good swig of our tasty Riesling at the 111 Chophouse 10/8/05 |
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| I've been traveling out to Queens, NY a LOT lately to train with Val's trainer Geno Sylvain, bodybuilder and owner of Genetics By Geno. During my various trips to Queens, we've come across quite a few characters and situations. The following photos are just a sampling. | ||
 We were following Geno out to Brooklyn to drop off Val's Range, and I thought I'd get a nice shot of Geno's vanity plate. 10/15/04 |
 Then all of the sudden 2 of Queens' finest pull Geno over. Somehow Val and I just knew the cops would end up shaking Geno's hand and sending him on his way once they realized who he was... |
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 ...which is exactly what happened. Taken in Val's side mirror, this picture shows the cops walking back to their car while Geno peels out and goes about his business. 10/15/05 |
 Then we get to Brooklyn, where Val was just a tad sketchy about leaving her $80k vehicle. You can see why. Only in Brooklyn would a car place have an actual car suspended from the wall. 10/15/05 |
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 While in the car place, I couldn't help but snap a photo of this guy's velour Lacoste get up, complete with enormous alligator on the back. |
 Now upon first sighting from the back, this car just looked like a normal pimped out Caddy that one might see appropriately driving down Queens Blvd. Upon further inspection, we couldn't quite grasp the concept of why this guy also decided to attach brahma bull horns to his hood. 10/11/05 |
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 And of course only in Queens will one see moving men wearing trash bags as raincoats directing traffic on Queens Blvd. 10/11/05 |
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 Stacey enjoying a Tiramisu martini at the Star Bar at Mohegan Sun 10/17/05 |
 Missa sipping on a Razz-a-matazz martini in the Mad Hatter chair at the Star Bar at Mohegan Sun 10/17/05 |
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 Might as well throw up the ol' bedazzled boots and relax |
 Stacey assessing the martini menu |
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 Missa & Stacey at the Michael Jordan's 23 sportcafe' |
 Missa, Joey & Stacey at 23, after doing several oatmeal cookie shots....oh the love of those! |
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 Stacey and me giving the indirect finger to Joey's Yankees bottle opener |
 Stacey & me at Mohegan Sun with Def Leppard on stage in the background. I think we're all aware of Stacey's obsession with DL 10/17/05 |
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 Val & Me sipping on Dom while awaiting our table at Strega in the North End 10/22/05 |
 Me applying this roll on sticky stuff that's supposed make fabric adhere to skin to hold it in place. It didn't work all that well, thus the reapplication |
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 Me and Val drinking our complimentary shots from Nick, owner of Strega. Val likes these shots, but I have to admit, I am not a fan. 10/22/05 |
 Here's Val (holding our bottle of Moet Rose') and me with our fabulous waiter 10/22/05 |
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 And of course the money shot...Val and me with Nick Verano, the owner of Strega 10/22/05 |
The rest of the evening must be described. As Val and I were leaving Strega, we actually felt fine. All of the sudden, as I'm driving to the Mass Pike we realized we were absolutely obliviated. It came on out of nowhere, but I knew I was in no condition to drive whatsoever, so we pulled in to the Doubletree Guest Suites in Cambridge, in a monsoon, mind you. After about a half an hour of moaning and groaning in the parked car from our rapid onset of drunken sickness and misery, we realized we were so drunk we weren't even sure where we were. I thought I recalled pulling into the Doubletree, but all I could see in front of us was an idle train. So I called my wonderful friend Ben at 2:30 in the morning, telling him I thought we were at the hotel, but wasn't sure and was so drunk I couldn't even get out of the car to look around! So the amazing friend that Ben is, he got in his car and drove an hour from his home in Worcester to come check us in to the hotel. I hear a knock at the window, and there's good ol' Ben. By then I was much more coherent, so Ben drove my car over to the check in area and we got a room at the Doubletree at about 3:30 am. Fortunately, I had my gym bag in the car with a nice comfy outfit to sleep in. Once we got up to our room, Val and I spent about 10 minutes trying to pull my brand new pair of Manolo boots off my feet, had a few giddy moments over the insane turn the night took and then passed out. I swear to the high heavens, something was slipped into those shots. I'm like Jerry Seinfeld...I hold a record for how long it's been since I've gotten sick, but one bottle of Dom, a glass of Moet Rose' and a shot later, there I am, out of the blue, fine one minute, sick as a dog the next. So Val and I have vowed we are NEVER drinking again. Of course we've also been in bed all day ready to die. | |
 Here's me and Val with Geno at his gym in Queens 10/26/05 |
 And here we are with Geno sans shirt. You don't get 8-pack abs like this by eating McFlurries and cannolis from the North End, that's for damn sure!!! |
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 Geno & Val...even her workout clothes are bedazzled! 10/26/05 |
 Geno holding me up, with one arm of course, with the greatest of ease. I was waiting for him to start doing bicep curls with me! 10/26/05 |
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 Val decided to take a shot of Geno torturing me one last time at the end of my workout by making me do inverted push ups. Yeah, those were fun. 10/26/05 |
 Missa sipping a delicious peach martini at the Star Bar at Mohegan Sun 10/29/05 |
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 Boo and Missa both enjoying peach martinis at the Star Bar 10/29/05 |
 Val not enjoying a delicious martini, but a boring ass bottle of Pellegrino sparkling water. Thanks Geno! She was a barrell of laughs that evening. All all she had to show for it in the end was an alligator face. That's nice 10/29/05 |
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 Val with a look of dismay, the sparkling water just wasn't contributing to the evening's festivities 10/29/05 |
 Brad the H.S.(Hefty Stalker) in the ladies H3 (aka Worcester's own Paul "The Grill" Wall-only bigger and with a tin grill, aka Chris Farley) & Missa (sporting a look of mad disappointment and fright), later on that same evening back at the Halloween party at Boston Billiards 10/29/05 |
On November 12, Val and I spent the night in Manhattan. We started off by going to a bodybuilding show in which Geno competed. I'll let the photos explain the rest of the night's events and shenanigans. |
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 Geno on stage at the bodybuilding show at the BMCC. |
 Let the festivities begin! Missa sipping on a deliciously refreshing glass of Riesling at B. Smith's restaurant on W 46th Street, where we went after the bodybuilding show |
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 Val enjoying a delicious martini of the peach persuasion, also at B. Smith's |
 Val and I before leaving B. Smith's to head back to our hotel room at the Marriot Marquis in Times Square for a wardrobe change |
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 After our wardrobe change, we sauntered on over to the Whiskey Bar where we got a table and bottle of Cristal |
 Once again, we have resorted back to poppin' bottles. We tried to stop, we really did. It lasted about 2 weeks. Here I am, couldn't be happier with my glass of Cristal |
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 Val & Me continuing our Champagne Campaign right where we left off |
 After having security remove 2 hustlers from our personal space and private table, we polished off the Cristal, 2 complimentary Lemon Drop shots, and then headed back to the hotel room for yet another wardrobe change |
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 On the walk back to the hotel, we ran into a couple of fellas. Here's Val & I with Range Rob, or as we like to call him, Big Poppa |
 And here I am with Rafael. As you'll see in many photos to follow, the leg up/ass shot was my pose du jour that night |
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 So we get back to the room for another wardrobe change. I decided to change into a Val & Missa original, "SWAG or DIE" t-shirt. |
 And here's Val with another Val & Missa original, "Born A-List." However, she chose to wear our "got swagga?" shirt instead |
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 So being in the intoxicated state we were, we were feeling up to some shenanigans. I realized that this lone jumbo shrimp from our shrimp cocktail and white zin fest that kicked off the evening needed to be dealt with... |
 ...so I decided to leave a nice little gift for our next door neighbors |
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 ...and I ran away, as not to get caught in the act. More immature, we could not have been. But it was damn funny at the time |
 Back at the room mere moments later, Val caught a lovely shot of my Manolo boot in mid-air as I tossed clothes around in preparation for my third wardrobe change |
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 Here's Val in her "got swagga" t-shirt, pretending to chomp on a fry we mysteriously found on the floor as we were leaving the hotel to find more fun... |
 ...and fun we found. Much of the wee hours of the morning were spent in Times Square having a few laughs with this group of fine fellas from Queens |
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 Missa and T pointing to the "young meat's" shirt, which read "Packed with the streets favorite treats: money, cars & jewels." Indeed! |
 Val ensconced in swagga! Warning to all....if you are not prepared to get bombarded by swag, do not wear shirts that say "got swagga?" and "SWAG or DIE" out in Times Square late at night |
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 Val & I were quite amused by this Blockhustler shirt, lol |
 Missa with the pose du jour and the 22 year old young meat. Here I'm sporting a look of anything BUT mad disappointment and fright. In fact, more delighted I could not have been! Now THIS is swag, and that ain't no lie! |
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 Val & T, the epitome of swag. By the way, T, we are indeed ready for Bed Stuy!!!!! BRING IT ON! |
 Missa & another one of the guys from Queens, aka the baby's mama drama guy |
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 And finally, at about 5:45am, here I am back at the hotel room in bed ready to finally go to sleep when I realize the white zin is in fact empty, and a good night was had by all |
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