more pics.
late-night picnic
Daniel scalped a watermelong and then we injected it with 94% alcohol. Mmmmm!
Here's Daniel looking all evil and stuff.
Random conversation.
I like this one a lot, for some reason.
The girl from NY made a mess and the Olly showed up! I had quite a time trying to locate him on the hill!
A penny for her thoughts?
The picnic ended on the same day my uncle passed away from cancer, three years ago. The best way to celebrate his life was to climb on the back of Daniel's bike and hang on tight. I had so much fun, giggling and yelling out the whole time. Thanks, friend!
We ended up running into a bar on St-Laurent (I have no idea where the hell I was) where we made last call and Richard got all excited about tequila shots. Bastard. I remember Franco helping me finish my beer because I just couldn't chug anymore and then we headed out the door and to a diner.
But on the way I pointed and laughed a little purple car and someone thought it would be a good idea to jump on it for being so ugly. Some random homie off the street also joined it right on time for the pose.
The walk home from Tris' place hurt. A lot. We crossed town on foot, drunk and exhausted.
But there was much love along the way.
I thought these looked rather realistic in the early morning light.
And that is all, my friends. Please send me picnic photos if you have any because I'm putting together an album of all the parties and outtings!
Next late-night picnic: mid-September. Bring your sweaters and blankies, this time, people!!
Daniel scalped a watermelong and then we injected it with 94% alcohol. Mmmmm!
Here's Daniel looking all evil and stuff.
Random conversation.
I like this one a lot, for some reason.
The girl from NY made a mess and the Olly showed up! I had quite a time trying to locate him on the hill!
A penny for her thoughts?
The picnic ended on the same day my uncle passed away from cancer, three years ago. The best way to celebrate his life was to climb on the back of Daniel's bike and hang on tight. I had so much fun, giggling and yelling out the whole time. Thanks, friend!
We ended up running into a bar on St-Laurent (I have no idea where the hell I was) where we made last call and Richard got all excited about tequila shots. Bastard. I remember Franco helping me finish my beer because I just couldn't chug anymore and then we headed out the door and to a diner.
But on the way I pointed and laughed a little purple car and someone thought it would be a good idea to jump on it for being so ugly. Some random homie off the street also joined it right on time for the pose.
The walk home from Tris' place hurt. A lot. We crossed town on foot, drunk and exhausted.
But there was much love along the way.
I thought these looked rather realistic in the early morning light.
And that is all, my friends. Please send me picnic photos if you have any because I'm putting together an album of all the parties and outtings!
Next late-night picnic: mid-September. Bring your sweaters and blankies, this time, people!!