Remember when those black pore masks came out and everyone was going nuts about them? I think I bought this stuff off Instagram. I was excited to try it out...
...and sitting around with this guy having late-night talks about life. (Later in night, while I was sound asleep, the bus driver had to brake quickly and it caused the fruit basket Jon is resting his arm on to fall upon my head!)
This is the face of man who in the midst of having a great time at 4am is suddenly worried about waking up in time to catch his international flight the next morning. (Spoiler alert: Didn't make it) Eh, worth it! Happy birthday, Siege!
When we got to the doctor's office, they gave me this face mask to wear! Remember back two years ago there was a big panic about swine flu? They had just started quarantining people and I was worried that they weren't going to let me board our honeymoon plane to Bali if I was running a fever!
The photo booth is great because it allows you to retrospectively trace the trajectory of the party. The first few photo booth pics are tame, but as the night goes on, they start to get friskier. Here's Siege and a couple of bemasked ladies I don't recognize!
But hey, at least my balls aren't peeking out of my waistband all tight-and-shiny. (Matt, after you're done braining someone, you have to remember to put your luggage away!)
My friend Amy K has a "no photos after 4am" policy. I always used to chastise her for being a baby, but now that I'm looking at this picture of myself throwing up "hip hop hands" while wearing a vulture mask that's timestamped 4:47am, I'm beginning to see where she's coming from.
Take two = Perfect! There's SO much amazing stuff going on in this photo: Brandon's doing a spot-on accidental impression of his brother, Monkey's smoking (a smoking dog!) and Alle's jamming out as Lady Sov. Hahaha. Happy Halloween (and Happy Official 10 Year Anniversary of this site! Whoa!)
I tried to get Vin to wear it for a picture and he was like "No way, if anyone sees a picture of a brown guy in a bio-warfare mask, the terror alert status is going to increase. Fuck that." Hahahaha.
While packing my room up on Tuesday, I came across this crazy-ass Israeli bio-warfare mask I'd purchased from an army surplus store back in 2000 to use when had to sand the old paint off the walls of the loft we converted in Brooklyn.
After icing my angry toe, I donned the lovely Gemma's sleep mask and slipped off to Nigh-nigh land to dream of slutty Essex girls and homeward bound airplanes.
And hey, I bet you'd completely forgotten that this was Halloween night. We'd almost forgotten too - or at least until Charlene and Dave found these creepy masks that the put on. (This was our first Halloween in two years that we didn't get to attend Viola's "My Friends are All Out of Your League" Supermodel Party. See: Halloween 2001 and Halloween 2002.)
The ceiling in our loft was covering layers of peeling paint that would constantly flake off and fall all over everything. We had no choice but to scape the entire motherfucking ceiling. By hand. Dzjia prepares to start on the ceiling in what will become his room.
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