Le Weekend
Yay. A minutae post! With pictures!
First of all, ignore the weird face I'm making at Ariel, and look at the dress.
Macy's. Sale rack. The exact color I was looking for. My size.
This is proof that God exists. And that S/He loves me.
As facial expressions go, this is slightly better.
I don't quite know why this picture reminds me of Mr. Tumnus, only it kinda does.
I never knew Sarah had such beastly arms.
Or that Chris had such femme ones.
Chris, I tried to de-redeye you. You looked like a demon.
Now, instead, you get to look sort of high.
Scurry.
This picture is notable for two reasons::
1. Brokeback Swing Dancing. See? I told you!
(PS, Skyler was totally the girl. He even got dipped.)
2. Due to a combination of Alex slouching and a trick of the lens, they actually
appear to be the same height.
We flash forward to Sunday. This is the Dupont Circle metro entrance.
This picture does nothing to show the sheer enormity of this escalator.
Yes, I did start humming "Stairway to Heaven."
I love the architecture in the Museum of Natural History.
...which apparently houses R.O.U.S.
This was so morbidly funny that I couldn't help but take a picture.
This is a beautiful altarpiece. The plaque read::
You are standing on a crossroads.
To invoke their ancestors, Kongo people may go to an actual crossroads or draw
a dikenga, a symbolic crossroads, like the one beneath your feet. The circle
pierced by a cross represents the physical boundary where living people and ancestors meet.
Other boundaries, such as the horizon, can represent similar junctures of
the material and spiritual worlds.
I can't afford to go to the real Parthenon, so I took a picture.
Money fairy, please come soon.
Preferably in the form of Jake Gyllenhaal.
Thx.
Oh but wait! Here's the real boyfriend.
Lookin' studly, huh?
Or just humoring me. Again.
We went to Teaism for lunch, and we met up with
tennyo / Sarah.
The food and the tea was excellent.
The GRARGH Monster.
Sarah going down the Stairway to Heaven.
Sinner.
Cute! Or at least not pensive!
We had Ethiopian food at this cool little place called Dukem.
Every time I try to remember the name, I think Duke Nukem.
There was this weird spongy bread that was strangely addicting.
Also? The day-glo beef? Kinda tasty.
Sarah in her Hello Kitty hat.
I still don't get it.
And, to end this little pictorial, some cute pictures of Skyler.
Zee end.
It was really cool hanging out, Sarah. It's great to dish in-person about smellies and general girlishness. I got to sniff loads of the new BPAL, as well as mod-only circular swap. Thoughts-- Smut does smell like Snake Oil, addictively so. I must get some Spanked, because it's leather-y goodness, like a spicy De Sade. Parlement of Foules was unexpectedly gorgeous. A lot of the new Rappacini's Garden scents are very earthy-- Death Cap shares the same dirt note as Graveyeard Dirt, and the standouts were Opium Poppy and Sundew. Arabian Nights is droolworthy. I also got a load of LUSH bubble bars and bath bombs. (Thank you, by the way, for the extra Hollywood and Romance in the Stone!) Plus American Cream. My hair now smells like a vanilla smoothie with extra yum. The next night I have to myself, I'm totally going to veg out in the tub with a book.
First of all, ignore the weird face I'm making at Ariel, and look at the dress.
Macy's. Sale rack. The exact color I was looking for. My size.
This is proof that God exists. And that S/He loves me.
As facial expressions go, this is slightly better.
I don't quite know why this picture reminds me of Mr. Tumnus, only it kinda does.
I never knew Sarah had such beastly arms.
Or that Chris had such femme ones.
Chris, I tried to de-redeye you. You looked like a demon.
Now, instead, you get to look sort of high.
Scurry.
This picture is notable for two reasons::
1. Brokeback Swing Dancing. See? I told you!
(PS, Skyler was totally the girl. He even got dipped.)
2. Due to a combination of Alex slouching and a trick of the lens, they actually
appear to be the same height.
We flash forward to Sunday. This is the Dupont Circle metro entrance.
This picture does nothing to show the sheer enormity of this escalator.
Yes, I did start humming "Stairway to Heaven."
I love the architecture in the Museum of Natural History.
...which apparently houses R.O.U.S.
This was so morbidly funny that I couldn't help but take a picture.
This is a beautiful altarpiece. The plaque read::
You are standing on a crossroads.
To invoke their ancestors, Kongo people may go to an actual crossroads or draw
a dikenga, a symbolic crossroads, like the one beneath your feet. The circle
pierced by a cross represents the physical boundary where living people and ancestors meet.
Other boundaries, such as the horizon, can represent similar junctures of
the material and spiritual worlds.
I can't afford to go to the real Parthenon, so I took a picture.
Money fairy, please come soon.
Preferably in the form of Jake Gyllenhaal.
Thx.
Oh but wait! Here's the real boyfriend.
Lookin' studly, huh?
Or just humoring me. Again.
We went to Teaism for lunch, and we met up with
tennyo / Sarah.The food and the tea was excellent.
The GRARGH Monster.
Sarah going down the Stairway to Heaven.
Sinner.
Cute! Or at least not pensive!
We had Ethiopian food at this cool little place called Dukem.
Every time I try to remember the name, I think Duke Nukem.
There was this weird spongy bread that was strangely addicting.
Also? The day-glo beef? Kinda tasty.
Sarah in her Hello Kitty hat.
I still don't get it.
And, to end this little pictorial, some cute pictures of Skyler.
Zee end.
It was really cool hanging out, Sarah. It's great to dish in-person about smellies and general girlishness. I got to sniff loads of the new BPAL, as well as mod-only circular swap. Thoughts-- Smut does smell like Snake Oil, addictively so. I must get some Spanked, because it's leather-y goodness, like a spicy De Sade. Parlement of Foules was unexpectedly gorgeous. A lot of the new Rappacini's Garden scents are very earthy-- Death Cap shares the same dirt note as Graveyeard Dirt, and the standouts were Opium Poppy and Sundew. Arabian Nights is droolworthy. I also got a load of LUSH bubble bars and bath bombs. (Thank you, by the way, for the extra Hollywood and Romance in the Stone!) Plus American Cream. My hair now smells like a vanilla smoothie with extra yum. The next night I have to myself, I'm totally going to veg out in the tub with a book.