Pictures from the weekend.
See? Look. I'm smiling here. And I'm not faking it. This? Is a rarity.
My friends > your friends.
I was not the only one having fun.
Aster and Max, who "might possibly be a thing."
The lovely Miss Ashley & I.
(Or, "The Battle of Boobtasticness.")
Plus Heather.
Plus Aster.
L-R:
madmoisellestar, roxyoi301, sihaya09, evergleam83.
This, minus one Rackle Factor, is the Lesbionic Sisterhood of Traveling Pantslessness.
Do what!?
She's only had one drink at this point.
Seriously.
I, on the other hand, have had much more than that.
Note the suspicious "Long Island Iced Tea" hue of my tongue.
However, disregard the rest of my face.
Michael & Aster.
Mike, take it as a sign of my undying love for you that I didn't
post the 'Disney Prince' picture, okay?
This is how you get me to smile for the camera.
Unexpected super-stealth poke-attack.
Yis. We are teh drunk by now.
Actually, in about 10 minutes, Aster passes out.
Group shot!
(Don't ask what I'm doing with my lips. Everyone else looks cute.)
There are pictures missing, because Heather has not yet uploaded them. There are cute ones of Aster (both awake and asleep), and a napkin bearing the slogan "You are the lifeguard of my areolas!" (Direct Ashley quote.) We went home after Ram's Head, and we watched The Great Mouse Detective because we are seriously just that awesome. Especially the part where I woke up after nodding off and started babbling incoherently about crude oil. No, I don't get it either. Also, y'all? You got no right telling me I have a pointy little tongue. Do you see those things?!
I'm actually happy when I'm around these people. I'm going to be happy again this Saturday night. That's not that far away. I keep telling myself this because today has been one of those days that makes you want to curl up in a corner with some hot tea and your face to the wall. I'm cranky, disappointed, irritable, and generally distressed. I'm ready to be me again. Please?
My friends > your friends.
I was not the only one having fun.
Aster and Max, who "might possibly be a thing."
The lovely Miss Ashley & I.
(Or, "The Battle of Boobtasticness.")
Plus Heather.
Plus Aster.
L-R:
madmoisellestar, roxyoi301, sihaya09, evergleam83. This, minus one Rackle Factor, is the Lesbionic Sisterhood of Traveling Pantslessness.
Do what!?
She's only had one drink at this point.
Seriously.
I, on the other hand, have had much more than that.
Note the suspicious "Long Island Iced Tea" hue of my tongue.
However, disregard the rest of my face.
Michael & Aster.
Mike, take it as a sign of my undying love for you that I didn't
post the 'Disney Prince' picture, okay?
This is how you get me to smile for the camera.
Unexpected super-stealth poke-attack.
Yis. We are teh drunk by now.
Actually, in about 10 minutes, Aster passes out.
Group shot!
(Don't ask what I'm doing with my lips. Everyone else looks cute.)
There are pictures missing, because Heather has not yet uploaded them. There are cute ones of Aster (both awake and asleep), and a napkin bearing the slogan "You are the lifeguard of my areolas!" (Direct Ashley quote.) We went home after Ram's Head, and we watched The Great Mouse Detective because we are seriously just that awesome. Especially the part where I woke up after nodding off and started babbling incoherently about crude oil. No, I don't get it either. Also, y'all? You got no right telling me I have a pointy little tongue. Do you see those things?!
I'm actually happy when I'm around these people. I'm going to be happy again this Saturday night. That's not that far away. I keep telling myself this because today has been one of those days that makes you want to curl up in a corner with some hot tea and your face to the wall. I'm cranky, disappointed, irritable, and generally distressed. I'm ready to be me again. Please?