a tale of hummers (not the dirty kind)

YOU GUYS. i am STRESSED. and FRAZZLED. and my computer has turned against me and has refused to access the internet from anywhere other than my desk at work for months now. (how cruel is that, by the way? i can only use my computer IF I'M WORKING? that is MEAN.)

but you know how i mentioned i needed a new roommate? yeah. still do. i have to have one by 9/29 or i have to move out as well. AND IT'S 9/29. AND I DON'T HAVE ONE.

however. on saturday, it will be almost-my-birthday, in the sense that it will be my birthday exactly 8 days after that, but i will brush that little detail aside and party like it's my birthday anyway because that's when it's getting celebrated, dangit. saturday will be good. with lots of friends and happiness and no work and no thoughts of how i will be soon kicked out of my house or anything. nope! just me and my friends and a whole lotta drunkenness. :-)

and speaking of drunkenness, it was my friend darlene's birthday last weekend. oh my was there drunkenness. and stretch hummer limos. now, i have spent many years perfecting my mockery of stretch hummer limos. i mean, they're ridiculous. and pretentious, in an obnoxious nouveau-riche kind of way. and too big to turn corners in dc. and i can't even fathom how bad their gas mileage is.

but.

turns out when i get to ride in one? different story. holy cow. they're pretty phat, y'all. note: i have never used the word phat before. but i think you have to when describing hummer limos. it's just tastelessly appropriate.

so the inside of a strech hummer limo? looks like a strip club. i kept taking pics inside, but the flash worked too darn well, so i tried a couple with no flash. you get the ambience, but no details, due to my inability to hold my arm completely still for the 8 minutes it took for my shutter to absorb enough light.


it was actually both darlene's bday as well as her brother matt's. 2 siblings, same birthday..!


these are two more of darlene's siblings - sisters michelle and becca


this is what it REALLY looked like in there, ambiance-wise. except less blurry. well, depending on the amount of alcohol in your system, i suppose.


the blacklight bar!


becca says: pimp my ride, bitches.

also? a mirror. on the ceiling. awww yeah.


but! here is what i should have posted first, which is a picture of darlene, the birthday girl. she works with theboyfriend:

drinksh? i haven't had any drinksh. noshireebob.

speaking of which, here's a gratuitous shot of me and theboyfriend (no tongue):


..and darlene and her idontthinkitstechnicallyaboyfriendhavetheyhad"thetalk"yet?, bob:


so after all the partying in the limo (and there was plenty, i assure you), we ended up at a club in dc. this is roughly the time when the lapdancing started.



it's slightly alarming that someone had a roll of 100 $1 bills handy

so. clearly this family knows how to party. i can't wait until saturday, when it's my turn ;-)