I have decided: No more weeks filled with Mondays. Mondays are KAK days. Now, everyday will be Thursday, from now on. I blame it on my internal calendar fail. And the fact that Thursdays are usually low-maintenance, low-expectancy days. I can totally deal with Thursdays.
Now. I promised a certain person that I’d collect a whole bunch of random drunken snaps from the AnGlugWedding and collate them into a blog post. Here they are:
There’s the Gooseface picture. Aka: stop making that gooseduckface. It has a song/music video and everything. Seriously. Checkit.
There’s the twitpic of me, having ditched my heels. Walking around in my stockinged feet. Because I’m klassy like that. Fuck you, Sheena.
But seriously. Here’s why I ditched them. Gawddamn, those shoes were uncomfortable. But pretty.
The bride was klassy like me, too. Look, she also ditched her pretty heels.
There’s all sorts of drunkenness going on here: David & Rebecca dancing like no-one’s watching (or taking photos) and Heidi proving that you can’t keep a good wino from jamming. Even in heels.
There’s even more drunkenness going on here: do I need to point it all out to you? That’s me getting felt up, in the first photo. Sheena making a gooseface and Snowgoose looking all shocked and surprised. Clearly liking what she’s feeling. And in the second photo is Sheena and Heidi’s second kiss. Long stories. And in the third picture we’re all trying to keep our heads above water. Or something.
And that, there is is my handwriting. And these pictures are filled with boobs, brides and groping.
There’s so much going blurry drunkenness on here, I don’t know where to begin.
I see some more drunken tongue, in here:
Here’s Sheena trying to eat her poor Jew’s face:
In slow motion:
Resistance is futile:
Laughing our faces off (me and SleepyJane)
And last. But not least. More drunken tongue and public displays of affection.
So. was that enough drunken debauchery for you?