Pictures from DC
While Amy and I were fighting poverty, we squeezed in some time to
fight sobriety as well... Jill was happy to help us out in this
cause...
dang, well LJ is being dumb and won't let me put the pictures in this entry, I think b/c they are too big... so here are links...
Amy, Jill, and I
(No caption can do this picture justice. All you need to know is that Ian stood on a barstool to take this, grabbing his crotch - in his emo pants, I might add - as he did so. It's a wonder we were actually looking at the camera... but it does explain the laughter.)
Me, Jill, and Ian
(When we took this, I explained to them that this picture would be terrible - that I would have a huge head and a double chin... I was right - and closing my eyes made it even hotter. But I'm not too vain to put it up b/c it's freaking hysterical. Especially with our Equine friend in the background. She ruled.)
The Scrunchie
(As we walked into the first - and, as it turned out, the last - bar we went into, the lovely Toledo Lounge, I told Amy I love going out in DC because everyone there is rather unattractive and they don't know how to dress. And if that doesn't up your chances with the gentlemen, at least it provides some good entertainment. We may have picked the perfect establishment to test that theory, as we were successful on both accounts. Exhibit A is in the second picture. Exhibit B is in this one.)
dang, well LJ is being dumb and won't let me put the pictures in this entry, I think b/c they are too big... so here are links...
Amy, Jill, and I
(No caption can do this picture justice. All you need to know is that Ian stood on a barstool to take this, grabbing his crotch - in his emo pants, I might add - as he did so. It's a wonder we were actually looking at the camera... but it does explain the laughter.)
Me, Jill, and Ian
(When we took this, I explained to them that this picture would be terrible - that I would have a huge head and a double chin... I was right - and closing my eyes made it even hotter. But I'm not too vain to put it up b/c it's freaking hysterical. Especially with our Equine friend in the background. She ruled.)
The Scrunchie
(As we walked into the first - and, as it turned out, the last - bar we went into, the lovely Toledo Lounge, I told Amy I love going out in DC because everyone there is rather unattractive and they don't know how to dress. And if that doesn't up your chances with the gentlemen, at least it provides some good entertainment. We may have picked the perfect establishment to test that theory, as we were successful on both accounts. Exhibit A is in the second picture. Exhibit B is in this one.)