This is only, um, about a week late. And I know you are all very, very excited.
Friday Night:
Katie, Laurie and I look way too hyper to be in the crowded bar that was Flanigans. We wanted to get our sing on!
Michelle and Mark do their best Vanna White impression with Co's drink. Yay alcohol!
A portrait of trashiness: Tina and Sheila. And by trashiness I mean that we are too cool for the U.P.
I give Marky my love. Because I don't see that boy nearly enough.
Me and Amanda--two red-hot hotties. I swear we didn't plan on wearing the same color, it just happened. Really.
After the photo shoot, I was dragged onstage to sing The Divinyl's "I Touch Myself." This is a historic moment because I, Miss Naughty-Talk herself, was too embarassed to belt out the chorus. Instead I stood there and laughed. I'm sure someone took pictures.
Saturday Night:
It was deemed Hat Night. Katie didn't get the memo. But she's really really tan, so that makes up for it. Kind of.
Amanda really needs to stop matching with her friends. Haaaa.
Only one of us is drunk here. And it is not me, although you couldn't tell by how huge my smile is.
Katie is telling us how drunk she is, while I give her a death glare because I haven't been drunk in over a month and I just wanted to have one little drink at the new bar we were at.
On the walk from the new bar to the karaoke bar, we had many a Kodak moment. This is the best pic from it. Again--only one of us is drunk. And when I say only one, I mean the really really tan girl who's flexing is the one who is (although, again, you wouldn't be able to tell that I wasn't just by looking at this pic).
We all love love LOVED this little pug. I wanted a picture with it. Let it be known that an art major who's concentration is photography snapped this. Thanks, Amanda.
We are hatted hotties. Though, I'm tres' jealous of the fact that clearly, Katie rocks my fedora better than I do.
But it's ok, because I can rock the microphone.
Sunday:
My new pet seagulls! Their names are MineMine and No-Neck. I loved them until Laurie scared them off on her bike.
Co couldn't say anything snarky, sarcastic or mean ALL of Sunday. Clearly, she was having problems with it. My poor, snarky Co.
Monday Night:
Amanda and I have lots of love...for Red Vines and for my (new!! and $3!!!!) penguin flip flops.
Amanda and I were talking about some very, uh, naughty things. We were very amused by the sex talk.
Katie...not so much. I like to call this one "portrait of embarassment."
Yay fire! Um, I mean fireworks!
Trio of trouble. That is all.
Ciao, dahling!
~*Krissy*~