OMFG, Quinn, Karen, Gurj and Sarah came in one of the best GROUP COSTUMES I've ever seen: the In Living Color FLY GIRLS. Ahahahahahah. That makes Meredith Sexy Fire Marshall Bill?
I can't imagine that any of us would've enjoyed her reading nearly as much had she kept her regular shoes on. (I love this photo SO MUCH!) Haha. Thanks for inviting us, Sarah!
The ladies sat down and I was like "Ok, everyone show off your tits!" Sarah and Leigh didn't fall for it! (I love how Leigh is laughing and Sarah is predicting that both Jenne and Leigh would fall for it).
Take two! Right after I took this photo, I showed Jenne and she was like "WHAT? That's terrible!" At first I thought she was talking about being the only one falling for the ol' "show off yer tits" trick, but she told me "I don't care about that - I care about the fact that the shadow from my shirt where my thighs come together make it look like I have a HIGH WIDE THIGH-VAGINE!" Which we decided can also be called "a low-pussy."
...we asked ourselves what we could spell out with three letters to represent NJ. How about EWR? (Newark's airport code!). Hahaha. We reviewed this photo and decided that while Sarah nailed her "E," Leigh and I definitely needed to tighten up our sloppy WR situation.
We got off the A train at Canal Street and walked across town to Vegetarian Dim Sum House. This place is incredible. Even if you're not a vegetarian, I encourage you to check it out. (C'mon, it's not like you even know what's usually in them anyway, right?)
....obligatory photos of everyone jumping at the beach! Yay! Take One: Gurj, Scott and Amanda have amazing form in this pic. Sarah, however, failed to achieve lift off.
It's after 4am at this point, and in the midst of Leigh and Sarah getting ready to pack up their stuff, Jenny ran into the dj booth and started busting out her cans again!
Sunday Morning Brunch Club at Kate's Joint! Holy shit, remember when we used to do this pretty much EVERY SUNDAY? Clockwise from Left: Sarah, Meredith, Elhaam, Rob Hitt, Brandon, Josh, Ellen, Karen and Leigh!
On Sunday, I moved the last of my stuff into my new sublet at Sarah's, got my own set of keys, and got to officially add my name to the list the lengthy roster of people that are able to proudly call themselves "Occupants of Apt. 3A."
So we're all sitting around chatting and out of nowhere, Leigh comes over, sits down on Sarah's lap and then with no warning, slips her hand into Sarah's top and cops a feel! (It was probably her proximity to my Ruffled shirt that sent her over the edge).
Awwwww! Thanks so much guys! You are the best friends ever. (Sorry I moved back so soon!). I started to put my gifts away and they were all like "No, no, no. After all the time we spent rounding that stuff up, you're wearing it at the party, CALIFORNIA BOY!"
...Karen's 23rd birthday! Wooo! I brought her a six-pack of Sparks to help instigate some birthday trouble (more on that later...hehehe). The day after the party, I took all my pics and posted them into a "sneak peek" gallery for Karen (because she assumed, correctly I might add, that it would be "like six months" before I finally got around to posting them here).
Anyway, somehow a photo editor at Rolling Stone saw this pic and wanted to use it for a blurb about Sparks in an upcoming "What's Hot" issue. I was stoked. A day later, she realized that Sarah is an editor at Spin and apparently didn't want to prominently feature and editor from a competitive magazine doing something "hot." She went back through my pics and found another photo of people drinking Sparks that Sarah wasn't in and asked if she could use that instead. "Well, Sarah's not in that photo, but the problem is: I'm not either." (And hey, I wanted to be doing something "hot" in Rolling Stone, ok?) So I asked her, "What if I can figure out a way to hide Sarah?" She was like "I don't even know what you're talking about." That is, until I sent her...
And by the time I got a second shot off, Sarah's hair was soaked and she'd plugged up the flow with her thumb to avoid smelling malty the rest of the evening.
Sarah attempting to recreate my favorite photo of her ever. My camera went off early so I only managed to capture a little dripple peeking out of the bottle.
This is hands down the my favorite picture of Sarah Lewitinn. Right when I ran into her I busted out my cam and she was like "Oh, hold on a sec!" and then started pouring her beer out on her head.
After she'd finished rolling around on top of that girl she didn't know, Amber hopped up with a quickness to give Sarah a "bronsky." (Credit for that phrase goes to Candy. I was telling her about how strippers put their boobs in your face and shake them and she was like "Oh, you mean a bronsky?" Hahah. I guess all girls with stripper names know all the "inside terms.") Look at Sarah wrinking her face in ecstasy.
With the exception of an upcoming photo where Sarah is pouring an entire beer out on her own head, this is my favorite picture of her. Talking, smoking, drinking, DJing, pimping.
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