Like for instance, two weeks ago I went to London to stay with Court. There, I discovered the reason I really need to start working out again--my breasts don't fit into clothes anymore.
I also met Ryan, who works at Salt Lounge. Court and I had the benefit of going in there on a Monday night to watch a terrible band that belonged in 2001 and was comprised completely of guys from West 49.
Ryan decided that Court and I would be his entertainment to stave off the Monday night boredom.
By the end of the night, I was had decided that the band would be remarkably better if the lead singer pretender to be a veloca raptor while singing.
Ryan really like my dinosaur impressions. (Oh, and just for the record, these photos were taken on an entirely seperate night.)
A bunch of the j-school girls came out to play: Rebecca, Chloe, Ashley, the other Albertan Jess, and Kaydi.
Rebecca, Ashley, and Kaydi.
Carla was there too. We did a pretty good job representing. The party was made up of staff from various restaurants that Chloe has been employed at, most notably Hooters, and the journalism kids. Surprisingly enough, the Hooters girls didn't jump at the chance to dress up like pin-up girls. Instead, it was us newsie, nerdy types who pulled out all the stops.
Chloe and Kaydie.
The birthday girl and I.
After all the comments I got on the blog last week, I pulled out the red dress. It seemed pin-up girl appropriate. Rebecca's hand agreed. (This is probably why I'm on the "not angry" list.)
Things got a little rowdy.
That tends to happen when you put a bunch of girls together who haven't been to an all-girl birthday party since sixth grade. It wasn't half bad.
But no party's complete without some Dance Dance Revolution. . .