From the archives

So I was rooting around in my old Ofoto albums, and came across some pics from a night out with B back in February. I vaguely remember that we went to Cama, stumbled drunkenly into some random cafe, and then the Makeout Room and then...? Somehow I ended up passing out at B's place on the Aerobed. I think this was the night when T and D wandered around the Mission for 45 minutes looking for T's car. I can't believe how much we've changed in just a few months.

Check out D's brilliant purple highlights! Also, note that T and B have not yet achieved the level of sophistication to know how to smile for the camera. B does look quite fetching, with her jutting lower jaw and that angry gleam in her eye. Perhaps she is just disgruntled not to have any booze in front of her.



Look at my hair! It's a freaking hair waterfall. It's like the strands of hair are the greedy fingers of a lecherous old man trying to fondle my breasts (okay, maybe that's just my messed-up psyche talking). From my woebegone expression, I can see my past self had a premonition that hair and I would no longer be a hot item. Hair, I miss you, and if you are reading this blog, please write me, baby. We can work things out this time, I promise. I'll brush you and wash you and take good care of you. I'll only put you in a ponytail if you want it, too.

Fortunately, some things never change.

Rest assured that no matter the circumstances or location, I will unerringly sniff out the nearest pole and embrace it heartily. And T and D will be awed by the depth of my connection to the pole and rush to cling to my awesomeness. They are desperately hoping that my pole magic will rub off on them, I know it!


And finally, when we go out, we will always, always visit the corner store for some late-night snacks. I am so thankful that Corner-Store Man exists to give us all the stale gummy worms, cheese and crackers, and random Mexican candy a girl could ever want.

M Goes Wild

Things got a little out of hand when we went up to San Francisco to celebrate T's birthday a few weekends ago. It all started innocently enough. Like any true friends, we wanted T to look her best, and her outfit... well, frankly, it needed a little help. Luckily, we had thoughtfully brought the appropriate birthday accessories for her to wear.

After a day of shopping in Union Square, we settled into our room at the Hotel Palomar for a relaxing nap before dinner. Or so I was falsely led to believe.





Resident seductress and all-around vamp, M, had other plans. After luring me into bed, she leapt on me like a wolf on a young, defenseless, tender, innocent, charming (you get the idea) lamb. I was utterly helpless to resist her considerable charms.


Even though she ruthlessly overpowered me, her prowess as a lover was so overwhelming that rather than experiencing shock and violation, she left me sated and content. I couldn't help but luxuriate in the magnificence of her presence.



Wracked with guilt at having deflowered such a tender and delicate blossom as myself, M was unable to face herself. In an attempt to obliterate the memory of her cruel (and yet oh so passionate) act, she proceeded to get smashingly drunk during dinner at the E&O Trading Company. Ahhh, but I will always have the sweet, sweet memories (and now, an incriminating blog entry).

t's b-day celebration

my quarter century was celebrated a week early with the girls since i'll be in greece with j for the actual day. what did we do? well, what's a bday celebration for t without scrumptious food, lots of booze, and silly shenanigans?! sooo, we brunched at the rotunda, shopped in union square, snacked at the ferry building, dined at e&o trading co, drank and danced at butter and the holy cow, and collapsed in our room at the hotel palomar in the wee hours (imagine the pillow fights 5 drunk girls can get into . . .well, i'll let b and j tell that story!)


the b d a y girl in full regalia


j and d working the boa . . .and each other!


yes, i sported my miss chinatown drag queen gear out in public . .in union square of all places !! on the upside, a big group of cute college boys wished me a happy b-day!

neverland

while j and i were watching finding neverland last night, it got me musing about the whole notion of growing up. yeah, deep, i know. (must have been the kirin on an empty stomach.) does growing up mean you have to stop playing? i am lucky to know a band of girls who think not. aged 24.9 (i'll be hitting the big quarter century mark in just a few days) to 32, we all hold "grown-up" jobs in high-tech, pay our own bills, and even discuss some politics now and then (one of these is a lie), but more importantly, we seem to share the same philosophy on life: hedonism. as merriam-webster explains, it's the doctrine that pleasure or happiness is the sole or chief good in life. as such, if you happen to read something that sounds remotely educational on this blog, do please bring this error to my attention immediately! gosh darn it, i just needed a place for all these silly drunken pix i can't help snapping.