The (not for) Chinese New Year's Party

Last night, Court, Jonny, Ashley and I showed up to the party at 518 geared and ready for action.


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.)

Brie and Mark love me even though I'm obstrusive. At least, I think they do.

And Dayn indisputably is completely ignorant to my social problems. Thanks Dayn!

Dayn and Mark made amazing mojitos.

Brie and Lana chilling in Mark's room with some other party-goers.

Charles and Ian.

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.

Jonny, Court and Brie.

Brie, Mark, Kyle, Ashley and Marla.

Charles is also not guilty. Allegedly.

Charles, is, however, guilty of letting the girls paint his nails black.

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.

Yah, Mark, I might be a little socially maladjusted. It's a good thing that I have a pipe and brandy snifter to charm people with.

Brie nuzzling in towards the end of the night.


I made some new friends.

I danced a little.

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,

Jessica