ok so these kids that are pretty cool but are usually trapped in Boston escaped to hang out with me this weekend and it was glorious.

first we went to my apartment to kill a few hours and to get properly soused. and then it was time to get dressed up and we had a good time raiding my closet and dressing everyone up in my clothes (boys and girls alike), and then we started taking silly pixures so it was almost time to go...
we also made up retarded names for ourselves. well Marisa and I already had them... but yknow. so.
Marisa= M-RZA
Kelly= K-MUN
Adam= A-ROCKET
and me= carofffine. dur.

so yeah.. presenting (duhn! duhn! duhn!) M-RZA and A-ROCKET


and with K-MUN!


ok. so judging from all the touching that was going on we were officialy krunk enough to hop in a cab and head over to my fave rave savalas. and. break. shit. down.








adam was serious about representing with the Sean John boxers. so serious.


so yeah. we were THOSE kids at the bar. I requested Justice vs. Simian maybe a thousand times, yelled at strangers who werent dancing enough (by my standards), yelled at anyone who I didnt know who touched me (accidentally), and you know the rest. this is probably one of my most favorite pictures of marisa ever.

i'm not really sure what this means...


i convinced this girl that i was someone more important than i really am. so she made me re-take her picture maybe 3 million times. just in case she ever does flukishly find this blog...


some chick thought that we were really cool and took pictures of us taking pictures of ourselves. doesnt get much better than that. especially when we look so ravishing.


danky danky danky down




and then this good man, who from what i gather was the boyfriend of the girl who we tricked into thinking that we were cool bought me shots.



and then wrote his girlfriends contact info all over my arm. (dont worry, i sharpied him back with my blog address)


the end.