wonderful people.

The other night at NYU was pretty much a waster. Not for me, but everybody else seemed to be pretty intoxicated. Socio-photojournalistic evidence lies beneath. (Like M. Pfeiffer, yo!)

Bullets in the breast pocket:

I. Pictures of Pam sulking, Sarah wasted, Kelly and Brenda pensive-like, Brian and Casey in 3-D (minus the red & blue glasses), dope asians... and a dirty white shoe.

II. Mario jamming to the songs in his head (those headphones are connected to nothing), people sitting, laughing and covertly getting thrashed (Bob and Asia) and photos of Elena pushing her face into anybody who would allow her to. Mario, done jamming, drawing on my cd player. Kristin and Pam were overwhelmingly amazed by this, rightfully so.

III. The facade drops. Everybody realizes how trashed Bob and Asia (well, mostly just Asia) are. Drunken hilarity ensues. Mario keeps drawing, Casey keeps...doing whatever it is that Casey does (being awesome!?!?), Kelly stays lying down, Andrew steps in for like a fucking half second, Kristin is down for Steve Jobs. For life. Elena keeps eating, as usual.

IV. An interlude of lights. Then Pam and I head to Mickey D's for a healthy, hearty breakfast. Bacon, egg and cheese McBagels, holla!

V. The End.

+p.s.

Shouts to Casey for wearing that Q And Not U shirt, "Wonderful People" is one of thier songs. Well. was one of their songs. They broke up. Bummers.

Umm, that's it for now actually.