3.7.09/3.8.09 sunday morning
...and this is our fabulous photo booth. we love to view ourselves.
'strangeways' occur after a fabulous night out with friends; the Guinness glasses empty, the jager bombs exploded, the dances stepped away. and after hookin' it a bit on our favorite street corners, we convene under the stars and in our holes to sip away our daily nightmares and wear all the freshest fashions of our exaggerated limp wrist'd best friends. and eat cake. this is the good life. there is much laughter here, and plenty of nudity + screaming mothers. all in a good night's work.
