I thought if I went in order from most drunk to least it would just leave everyone with a prettier picture of me in their head. I like that in the top picture up there, it is apparent how drunk I am by the fact that I have apparently given up on trying to make any interesting faces.My Birthday in NYC was preceded by a trip to the green living, blue hearted, snow fucking covered land of Providence, Rhode Island, where I partook in vegetarian meals, coffee shop book reading, a love affair with a space heater, a drunk night dancing on a gay bar platform, and a party crash that resulted in a window being broken by a member of my party and me running away from the house through the dark, icy night, continuously falling as I discovered that alcohol, fast speeds, and brown suede cowboy boots just don't mix like my usual whiskey and coke. At least I looked cute. Which, incidentally is my new life motto whenever I experience random moments of self reflection and examine my depressingly stagnant position in life. Well....at least I look good today. Ka-boom.
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