I came fully equipped with all my action figure accessories: brandy snifter, pipe, and more class than you can handle.
518 was ready for us too. Walking into the bathroom, I discovered it was freshly painted, without a trace of graffiti or markers on the walls. Weird. In the bathtub there was also these knives. "What's up guys? Are you trying to encourage people to off themselves?" I asked right away.
It turns out that I'm just morbid, because upon further examination it's clear that the knives were quite blatantly there for shotgunning beer. (Reason #1 I'm socially awkward: comments like that.)
Reason #2 I'm socially awkward: This morning on my camera, there was a surplus of pictures that I had taken by myself. I like this one in particular, because you can see the party in full-swing behind me, while I'm hanging out by myself. Awesome.
Charles is also not guilty. Allegedly.
This morning when I was looking through Ashley's camera, I had to laugh because she had taken a similar set of pictures of herself, also cam-whoring in the bathroom while there was most likely a long line of people waiting to use the bathroom.
And I ranted at length about social activism, soybean production, and Lasix eye surgery. (This, of course, would be reason #3 that I'm socially awkward.)
And then it was time to go home.
Dear Reading Week,
I might not be in Montreal, New York, or Cuba right now, but I kind of like you so far. Thanks!
Lots of Love,