So this concludes our little experiment here on errordactyl (sorry Maipeisu). I had to rap the photo shoot up in time to go meet a friend and get to the video store before it closed. Plus, I’m not really sure I could drink a whole lot more than 12 shots in an hour-and-a-half anyway. Also, I decided that I wasn’t getting drunk enough fast enough, so I doubled up on the shots for the last outfit here. Talk about the straw that broke the camel’s back. Ooph. I forgot these things take a little time to set in, at least my Hollywood Video experience was fun though.
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My weekend is over and I’m well rested (which is odd for me). However, it looks like “E’s” readership has been doing anything but resting. WOW, they almost make me feel like I’m the crazy one. I like how they just ignore me too:
Awesome. Anyway, on with today’s outfits:
Seven shots and still going strong, which is more than I can say for my new friend. “E” sure seems to have a thing for giant unflattering jackets. Luckily for her, it looks like eight shots may be one to many for me. At that point I became preoccupied with how awesome the color purple is at the expense of, well, everything else. But don’t worry, I didn’t let that stop me.
I’m doubling up today, because otherwise this thing will go on forever. Without giving a way too much, I drank a LOT that night. Though loading this many pictures at once from my work computer is a harrowing task, frankly sometimes it seems like I could get a better internet connection with string and Dixie cups. I also feel the need to give credit where credit is due, our girl is getting a little better at dressing herself. “E” should consider sitting at home all day listening to hip-hop more often. I’m sure whatever she usually does during the day is not nearly as important as whoring herself out on the internet for superficial ego validation.
So anyway, apparently three shots is the point at which I forget to unbutton my jacket when sitting down, and four is where I re-kindle my love for toy airplanes.
I have now discovered the joys of drinking on an airplane. WOW! It’s the only way to fly. Let’s just say that planes aren’t my favorite things in the world, but with the cunning use of alcohol, they get a lot easier to deal with. My flight to LA left at 5:40am on christmas morning, by about 8:00 we were landing in Denver to change planes, TURBULENCE!!! Also not my favorite thing in the world. Luckily I was seven bloody marys into my morning at that point, and all I could think was:
“At least I’m going to die in first class listening to the Thong Song. This is awesome.”
I’ve seen the end, and I liked it. Well, until they cut me off five drinks into the next flight anyway. By the time I got to grandma’s house and had a couple glasses of wine, I didn’t even know it was christmas. I now know why they invented lounge chairs.