David and I went up last weekend to kick off Christmas with this girl and her roomates.
We were out of our fucking minds with excitement.
They were throwing a big fancy party (for us), so to get out of their party-planning hair Dave and I decided to go to MOMA. This was my favorite piece.
This one was pretty cool too. There was this entire exhibit about the history of printing. It was really extensive and interesting but I couldn’t focus on it. There was a voice in my head that kept saying, “You should really be paying attention with all of this. This has to do with you.” But there was another part of me that was saying, “Meh, too much work.”
Or we’ll chop your fingers off.
I think Bob would’ve creamed his jeans over this dude.
I guess the real interesting about MOMA is that people of all ages, races, and genders can sit on a plush, eyeball-shaped couch in the middle of a large room and watch a movie of a naked woman crawling through a field.
Meanwhile, back at the lab. There are two inappropriately decorated cookies here. Can you spot them?
This tiny apartment is about to explode.
Lookin’ sharp!
Lookin’ hot!
It started to snow just as the guests started to arrive.
Emily said her earrings hurt. I said I’d be the judge of that.
Am I the only one who feels compelled to roll around in all these coats?
Poor dude got jumped the night before and beat with a bat. Still in holiday spirits though. Way to be positive dude!
80 people in a 700 sq. ft. apartment.
Best looking couple of the night.
Ugh, get it together dude. It’s not even midnight. Anna and Emily sure do know a lot of preppy dudes.
Robo Albino Preppy.
YOU BETTER BELIEVE I LOVE GEORGE ESQUIRE.
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/2759402991/designobserver-20/
Opps, meant to write George Lois. Not, George Esquire. Giddy with excitement.
sir. i am working on your scarf. you know what you have to do to get it.
No, I will not make out with you if that’s what you’re asking.