Yesterday I received an e-mail from Youth Challenge International.
"Congratulations! You've been accepted!"
I'm going to Vanuatu in June for 6 weeks to volunteer with youth there (more on this later). In light of this news, Katrina insisted that we had to go out to celebrate.
The classic cab shot: Katrina and her friend Marlie.
This week, I led a Natasha Bedingfield singalong, y'know, just to mix it up a little. The cab driver really liked that, especially since none of us knew the words except for, "I love you, I love you, I love you!"
Before we went out to the bar, we had to stop by Marlie's sisters place.
But we found ways to amuse ourselves while we were waiting. (I really don't know where these faces come from. It's inexplicable. Just sheer talent, I guess.)
Katrina found some nunchuks.
My prop was a random candlebra.
Katrina and Marlie had a mini-dance party in the kitchen before we left for the bar.
"Katrina, I want to give you a bum ride!"
"What's a bum ride?" I asked, confused.
"We'll show you!"
Little girls are made of sugar and spice. . .
. . .and everything nice.
Once we got to Dance Cave, we met up with Andy and Pierre.
Making out was a popular activity all-around last night.
Andy and Marlie did it.
Marlie and Katrina did it.
Me and some random guy did it.
At the end of the night, this guy asked for my phone number. Inspired by the big fuck's post on calling girls, I let loose one of the longest improv rants in history. At the end of it all, he looked at me and said, "Whoa. I get the feeling you're just a little bit bitter?"
I really have to stop giving off that impression.
The girls with Pierre and Andy at the end of the night.