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Vice Magazine threw a party at the newly opened Delancey - I had planned
on stopping by earlier on in the night, but a few people
texted me and told me it was way too overcrowded and to not
even bother. But around 1am later on in the night, Sarah
called me and told me that they had just asked her to DJ
until 4am and gave her a few extra bottles of booze and mixers
and to swing by.
The late ngiht crowd there was kind of weird, so I ended
up hanging out in the little DJ booth with Sar, Nikki (the
B.O.V.) and Leigh.
Tinny hid behind the DJ booth in order to smoke sneaky cigarettes!
Mmm, shame.
Sarah, Nikki and Leigh.
And again.
Take three, this time with a little Alex Chow thrown into
the mix.
When the girls tired of "sexy faces," we started looking
around for props to take pictures with. But up in the DJ
booth, the only thing we could find were record sleeves -
which we decided to wear like lil' Smurf hats. Tinny Smurf.
Brian Smurf.
DJ Smurf.
Uh, I don't think that's very Smurfy.
Greg
the Boyfriend was wiggity wasted out of his tiny mind
and when he finally took a break from trying to grope all
the girls, I popped out my nizzuts and went in for the brain. Here's
my subtle first attempt.
When I realized that Greg was pretty much oblivious, I went
in for a much more brazen brain (I think my nuts might actually
be touching his ear here).
Right afterwards, we made a run to McDonalds to get some
food. On the walk over, Greg found a pair of women's high-heeled
boots on the street and traded his shoes for them. Here he
is laughing hysterically showing his new shoes to the (very
confused) late shift workers behind the counter.
Big Macs make girls want to touch each other.
(added
on 01.03.2005)
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