chulo? yeah, chulo. (pause) wow.

This one is a two day type jam. First up, us at Jose's place just fucking around. Bubbles, tattoos in spanish, et. al.
Then, last Friday. Actors graduation, party at Erika's. Fun on the dancefloor. Yay (!)

Bood on the dancefloor:

It's so small that my camera could hardly pick up the text. It says 'Chulo.' Literal Spanish Translation: pimp. Puerto Rican Slang Definition: sweetheart, cutie.

Peep the Urban Dictionary definitions though, i'm sure that you'll find one to your liking.

Chulo.

Ted and I got carried away with is new ice cream bubbles.

Max getting thrashed at the graduation.

They didn't need cheap wine (already stoned.)

Ben wasn't stoned or drunk though, he's a true gent.

This was the best summation (is that even a word?) of Jake's feeling the entire evening.

As is the case most of the time, Bob and Melinda were already thrashed.

When Alex, Ted and I finally got to Erika's house hours later, Ben was chopping it up with some crazy-like bros. He was properly mashed by the time we got there. But there was no drinkage left for us. Thumbs way down, Julius Ceasar like.

Most of the bros were already there. Chatting.

There was dancing too.

Honestly, after all the dancing and shit, all I can really really remember is at one point seeing this, real close. (Taking picture, by the way, has gotten to a ridiculous thing. If I am super thrashed and can still pull out the camera and take snap away...shit's out of hand almost.)

Post later'd all I can remember is us (consisting of Ben, Garett, Graham, Ian and myself) jumping in a cab and heading to the Brooklyn diner. That, and making fun of Grahamgrahamgraham through the partician

Garett was not pleased with the amount of orange juice provided. My pineapple juice on the other hand, full to the brim, in a bigger glass. Wow.


+p.s.

Up next: pictures from Jose's going away jam. Oh yeah.