The mover's had already come and taken all of my stuff (to California!). Meredith was out of town for the weekend and was nice enough to lend me her apartment.
For a long time I'd been telling Leigh that she looked like Cindy Loo-Who (from How the Grinch Stole Christmas). She didn't believe me until she put on my giant red wool Union Suit and suddenly the resemblance was too uncanny to deny any longer. Hahahaha.
Right around this time on of the girls that had been sitting on Lindsay's bed (I don't remember who) starting screaming "Oh my god, we're all sitting in a HUGE cumstain! Ahhhh!" Linday came running into the room and tried to assure us all that it was a "bleach stain" but no one was buying it.
...Fatty and his band were staying! Fatty and Scott (the band's road guy) had gotten into town from NYC via van earlier that day and were kind enough to let me crash in their room. Thanks guys!
Oh, and because he was still shit-hammered and decided that it would be really funny for me to take a picture of him sneaking into my spare bedroom and waking Grant from his drunken slumber by attacking him "Evil Tiger Ninja" style. Hahah. This picture doesn't even begin to convey how "not ok" with this Grant was.
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