During the taking off this picture Bab’s vodka-and-red-bull aka. Pulse was spilling down the front of my NEW dress.
It’s really sad that I now understand what people mean by: when you finish High School, you barely see any of your classmates again. Then again, half of them I didn’t want to see again anyway, so there’s no love lost.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Friday night sights
I finally caught up with around 20 people from the class of 07 that I haven’t seen since we pissed off outta high school last year. And it was awesome!
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