Showing posts with label WEDNESDAYS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WEDNESDAYS. Show all posts

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Recent History

By "recent" I'm referring to film that I originally got proccessed in April. Oh well.


This was a special day in BK. If you were there, you know. If you missed it, Vaughn's eyes tell the whole story.


The (stuffed) Animal Whisperer!


You can always count on me...and I can count on you
Good times, bad times, in between,
But friends will see you throuhgh...
SAY HELLO TO YOUR FRIENDS: BABYSITTERS CLUB!




Re-Animator


Out East now...this is over Easter weekend.


At Murph's, probably the best bar in all of the Hamptons.


BFF since they were all so tiny...awwwww


Townies?


En route to Easter Brunch down the lane at Great-Aunt K's house...it was delicious, btw.


Who would I be if I missed a photo opp?


Ida


I wish that a backyard egg hunt would still make me that happy...I mean, look at her!


Extended family


Took adorable. Is it weird that we've owned the same pair of boots?


I made--cough, cough--I mean, I had the Easter Bunny make a special one for someone special.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Celebreality

Our regular Wednesday night gathering at Mike & Vaughn's, but tonight with the addition of Secret Santa and popular parlor game, Celebrity.




Oh Anais.

Audra & Vaughn show us the meaning of unconditional love.

Oh the anticipation...

Nico...and Brynn--his teammate. JK. Rowling. (ohmigod I'm sorry)

Seriously.


I thought this was a really Parsons art hag-esque photo at the time of its conception, but don't feel bad if you're nonplussed.

Daffy Duck?

Claude Debussy?

Kristen Cavallari

Emily's too sexy for this game.


One more time...

Only one photo of me! See I'm overcoming my insane vanity, I swear.



Yosemite Sam?




Kind of a visual representation of our friendship.

And again.

Went to Lit for a second--or maybe three hours. Who's counting?

Right after this, Bill yelled at me, no more photos! OK Mr Photographer. Oh and then he went on this long diatribe about how he and his crew are the coolest people in the city, no doubt and like, totally exclusive. I mean, yeah I definitely find that a lot of members of that so-called 'scene' are pretty rad people, but don't worry I'm not exactly on my hands and knees begging for an induction and lifetime membership...and what elite social sect are we even talking about here? Are you changing the world as we know it? Saving lives? Curing AIDS? No, what's that? You're an iPod regular at Beatrice? Sweet.