It began at about 4 30 am when i prepped myself for an early morning shift starting at 5am.
I dressed as a Parisian. Ana was Sailor Mars. Travis was Eyore, and Dan was a man in sbux dresscode. That shift was the fastest shift of my life,mainly because of how amused I was over people not knowing how to respond to the drawn moustache on my face...
The night followed about 6 hours later. Met up with Meg & Britt, started to get prepped for the night before heading to Noahs' for pre-drank. BUT I had to take a slight detour home when i realized I had lost my drivers license. fck. still don't know where that is...
Anyways, once I finally got to Noahs I made myself look like the prettiest little Parisian you ever did see and continued onwards to drink lovely amounts of beautiful Red Wine to keep the French Fashion legit. Took some pics, peed in a bush on the way to the bus-stop. waited for bus while singing Broadway showtunes. Watched Meg get trapped on the bus after running back on for a transfer. Got on 95.
So the whole 95 experience is still a slight blurr. I do remember Jughead from the Archie Comics being totally crude to all the Hot girls in the back - with which i responded by telling him to fuck himself and then threatened him with my heels.
Got downtown. Met up with some ex bf's and a white Bill Cosby, waited in line with white Bill Cosby and then got into Patty B's by means of my passport, because again I didn't know, and still don't know where my license is.
Inside the club we danced to some MJ, Bob Dylan and B.Spears. I chatted with Louis about John Pretrucci & laughed about his friend who was a major asshole - but in complete denial of it...Him and his asshole friend then left my purse hanging out all by itself at the table we were sitting at - nothing got smuggled though. safe.
Drank some Cran-V's and then some Keiths. I payed for all my drinks cause Im an " I.n.d.e.p.e.n.d.e.n.t - Do you know what that means mayyn?"
Met a fellow Parisian wearing a striped blue tee and a red napkin stapled around his neck. He started talking to me in french & I laughed and started faking the language. Turns out he was actually from Paris...He showed me his passport. Legitimate. I was impressed. He was impressed by my outfit. safe.
Danced some more to the live band comprised of Vampires and dead Pirates, then apparated to Zak's Diner where i had the best meal of my life probably. Louis and his jerk buddy were sitting at the table across from us...I smiled at him. but I think he wanted more than a smile. I then sopped smiling at him still bitter he abandoned my purse.
Finished the night off in a taxicab. Then in a comfy bed in Meg's room.
Halloweekend 2008 was a slice. Here are some pics to prove it:
C is for : Clergy Reserve.
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