it is now time for a brief picture-filled summary of the sleaze that was nye '05. some of the details are still fuzzy, others remain hidden. some are so sketchy i'm not sure if they happened if i dreamed it. i briefly remember (perhaps) biting my tongue ring and breaking off a bit of my tooth. then, i recall removing the broken bit of tooth from my mouth and thinking i should take my tongue-ring out. hmm. teeth seem to be intact, though i have a few fractures caused by the wretched metal in my mouth. but i digress.
let's start at the beginning, shall we?
the night started out innocently enough. sandra, my blonde friend (henceforth referred to as 'the blonde bombshell' or 'b.b.s.', for short) and i went to the mall with the intention of purchasing an outfit for me. we did this after a much too long wait at the liqour store and grocery store where we purchased alcohol and onion dip. (too many details? i'll try to sum it up more concisely)
anywhoo. we were not aware that the mall closed in 15 minutes when we arrived and took our time looking at the crap that is usually sold in malls. i bought some boots that i planned to wear with jeans and a rather whore-y top. but, 5 minutes before the wretched mall closed, i found a dress. however, a new dilemma arose with my hasty purchase: what shoes will i wear? 3 minutes to go and i bought the first pair i came across. driving home (after buying ice, wendy's, and a shovel), we giggled, giddy with the rush of speed-shopping and working the visa.
here i am, not yet hammered, in the outfit i managed to pay too much for:
this is after we got ready, of course. notice how shit my hair looks. it looked good initially but fell apart 2minutes after the up-do was created.
the girls i drank with:
that's me, hiding a cigarette and attempting to look civilized. next to me is sarah, my room mate from 3rd year, then b.b.s. (we went to high school together). next is her is her former room mate and current friend whom i didn't care too much for. she was rather cold.
obviously the alcohol is beginning to take effect when i become evil and force poor sarah to smoke.
hmm. this, too, proves the effectiveness of booze. why is sarah looking at my crotch? because i'm that hot.
we departed to a much too straight-edge preppy pub soon after that picture was taken. i didn't care much for the place but i was pretty licked by this point. also, it beats sitting around at home. also, i love my friends.
i am not sure who this is. i might have thought he was hot at the time. i don't anymore. i look happy. i might be. though i suspect it's mostly the double vodka-crans.
this is the point when things cloud a little bit. i recall this picture being taken. but who had my camera? and why are a 1/3 of the pictures taken make-out pictures? this is the only one you get to see.
how we made it home is still somewhat of a mystery. i briefly recall standing in the middle of the street, jacket open, trying to attract a cab. i don't think it worked. sarah came home seperately and we don't know how that happened either. bbs's boyfriend claims she and i wrestled and body slammed one another. hmm. i don't buy it. sounds like wishful thinking. though we both have some unexplicable bruises on our bodies. still. i'd remember that, i'm pretty sure.
the next day included some fiesty ass grabbing. mostly mine and mostly by sarah.
bbs seemed to enjoy modeling my coat. i'm thinking she's mocking me.
my poor shoes. alas. i couldn't walk very well in the heels in brain-cell-killing mode.
we tried to piece together the night by examining the evidence: all the food gone, candles burned through the holders (which shattered), ashtrays full, inexplicable fluid all over the table top. i briefly remember being force-fed a handful of skittles with oniondip. also, losing my cell phone and not caring too much. bbs' boy calling my phone and discovering i have left it at the bar? i think i was trying to call my parents to wish them a happy new year (why god why?)
oh yes. scary mystery stain on the back of sarah's dress. we don't know. neither does she.
all in all. fun night. though embarassing as well. i don't think i'll part-take in another slothfest for a while. brain-cells don't grow on trees, you know.
hats off to you if you actually read this whole entry.
let's start at the beginning, shall we?
the night started out innocently enough. sandra, my blonde friend (henceforth referred to as 'the blonde bombshell' or 'b.b.s.', for short) and i went to the mall with the intention of purchasing an outfit for me. we did this after a much too long wait at the liqour store and grocery store where we purchased alcohol and onion dip. (too many details? i'll try to sum it up more concisely)
anywhoo. we were not aware that the mall closed in 15 minutes when we arrived and took our time looking at the crap that is usually sold in malls. i bought some boots that i planned to wear with jeans and a rather whore-y top. but, 5 minutes before the wretched mall closed, i found a dress. however, a new dilemma arose with my hasty purchase: what shoes will i wear? 3 minutes to go and i bought the first pair i came across. driving home (after buying ice, wendy's, and a shovel), we giggled, giddy with the rush of speed-shopping and working the visa.
here i am, not yet hammered, in the outfit i managed to pay too much for:
this is after we got ready, of course. notice how shit my hair looks. it looked good initially but fell apart 2minutes after the up-do was created.
the girls i drank with:
that's me, hiding a cigarette and attempting to look civilized. next to me is sarah, my room mate from 3rd year, then b.b.s. (we went to high school together). next is her is her former room mate and current friend whom i didn't care too much for. she was rather cold.
obviously the alcohol is beginning to take effect when i become evil and force poor sarah to smoke.
hmm. this, too, proves the effectiveness of booze. why is sarah looking at my crotch? because i'm that hot.
we departed to a much too straight-edge preppy pub soon after that picture was taken. i didn't care much for the place but i was pretty licked by this point. also, it beats sitting around at home. also, i love my friends.
i am not sure who this is. i might have thought he was hot at the time. i don't anymore. i look happy. i might be. though i suspect it's mostly the double vodka-crans.
this is the point when things cloud a little bit. i recall this picture being taken. but who had my camera? and why are a 1/3 of the pictures taken make-out pictures? this is the only one you get to see.
how we made it home is still somewhat of a mystery. i briefly recall standing in the middle of the street, jacket open, trying to attract a cab. i don't think it worked. sarah came home seperately and we don't know how that happened either. bbs's boyfriend claims she and i wrestled and body slammed one another. hmm. i don't buy it. sounds like wishful thinking. though we both have some unexplicable bruises on our bodies. still. i'd remember that, i'm pretty sure.
the next day included some fiesty ass grabbing. mostly mine and mostly by sarah.
bbs seemed to enjoy modeling my coat. i'm thinking she's mocking me.
my poor shoes. alas. i couldn't walk very well in the heels in brain-cell-killing mode.
we tried to piece together the night by examining the evidence: all the food gone, candles burned through the holders (which shattered), ashtrays full, inexplicable fluid all over the table top. i briefly remember being force-fed a handful of skittles with oniondip. also, losing my cell phone and not caring too much. bbs' boy calling my phone and discovering i have left it at the bar? i think i was trying to call my parents to wish them a happy new year (why god why?)
oh yes. scary mystery stain on the back of sarah's dress. we don't know. neither does she.
all in all. fun night. though embarassing as well. i don't think i'll part-take in another slothfest for a while. brain-cells don't grow on trees, you know.
hats off to you if you actually read this whole entry.
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I wish I had a comparable story, but I pretty well just wen to a friend's friend's house (double friend on purpose) and took up space on the couch, and chatted with the various people who sat around me.
It was a good night though.. and all I had to drink was a couple mouthfulls of champagne (from the bottle of course) that people offered at midnight, so I felt lurvly the next day still.
i would so love to shoot you. but i've wanted to do that since i got into photography. you're soooo beautiful.