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Friday night = ridiculous antics at Smog (for non-bardians, smog equals a concrete building falling apart and full of weird shit that houses a stage for bands to perform on, and is also where the circus practices). I went as a cracked out 80's rocker. which entailed me wearing basically underwear. J to the K of course, but it did mean that I went out in a black slip and neon blue fishnets. With fake blood trickling out of my nose, obviously, from doing too much coke. I scored the blood from Colleen, who, thank god, won the best costume of the evening (along with Geoff) as a DEER THAT HAD BEEN HIT BY A CAR. She wore a brown sweater with white spots, brown leggings, a little white tail, ears, and fake blood everywhere. It was highly disturbing and fabulous, and somehow she still looked hot...
Mims and I posing in our room. She was ghetto fabulous. Complete with jumpsuit, puffy white jacket and TONS of bling.
We are both really drunk in these photographs. And I look a little fat but that is A-OK. I haven't put my fake blood on yet. Please take note of Emily's puffy jacket and obscene lipliner.
Hench was a playboy bunny. Barret was Hugh Heffner. Hench looked naked and hot. She went out in 20 degree weather with mono in underwear. Even Hottter.
Courtney was Mary-Kate Olsen. Basically the scene went a little like this:
Table full of people sitting in Kline:
Courtney: Yeah, so I really want to be Mary-Kate Olsen, but I have nothing to wear...
Hench: Well, Angela obviously has a lot of shit you can borrow. MK is like her idol.
Me: What are you talking about? I don't even like her that much!
At which point everyone at the table turned and stared and gave me the are-you-delusional-if-we-have-to-sit-with-you-and-look-at-the-latest-post-on-Paparazzi-world-one-more-time-we-will-shit-on-your face. How embarassing.
Anyways WHATEVER I plead the fifth and here she is on the left with some chick I forget her name, but who went as a creepily realistic battered wife:
We got a little drunk on the way to smog.
Once there we did the requisite smoking, mingling etc.
Henry was Tom Cruise. Lina was Katie Holmes. It was priceless seeing him rub her (completely flat) stomach vigorously and scream about how excited he was about the baby...
Geoff met us. He was wearing a black hoodie with his vintage kimono.
Little did we know, underneath all he was wearing were black tights and concealing two HUGE samurai swords once used for juggling in Bard's surrealist circus.
He let me play with them a little bit...
At which point I started telling people I was the whore from Sin City who murdered her lovers after she fucked them.
Than I started threatening him with them...
Yeah, I guess I was being a little innapropriate that night...
Geoff thought it was at least a little funny anyway.
The next morning was brutal. Jose Cuervo really kicks me/my friends in the ass.
Cue to Saturday night. The Halloween Carnivale in Kingston, where I went to see theFoundation. It was 21+, but I guess I count as some kind of roadie, so not only did I get in, but I got a backstage pass. Kinda cool.
Geoff and I went as Ghetto Fabulous.We were pretty hottt.....
I started wearing a skirt with my dunks...
But we decided on baggy pants instead.
Geoff with his ice, which was actually a vintage Sonia Rykiel earring of la mere's.
Then Sunday (last night) Geoff stayed in the darkroom with me (to do my neglected work) until four in the morning. I told him 87,001 times to go home but he wouldn't. We fell asleep on the couch together in the gallery and he woke me up after half an hour and made me go upstairs and finish my work. Afterwards we drove back to my dorm and snuggled in my too little bed and wished we were in his nice big bed at 32. We talked too loud and Emily yelled and I told him I was starting to feel things for him that were more than like. To which he responded that his heart was beating really funny and I interpreted this as him having a heart attack. Oh man.
Now work. Love to all.