Later that night we all went to Misshapes. I didn't even dance. I just hung out in the backroom, got krunked on free vodka (woooo!) and somehow took pictures of a bunch of people wearing the same creepy, ShirleyTemple-esque wig. Here's Josh.
Siege had recently been hired by a fashion magazine to do a shoot that featured "wiglets." Which are little tiny wigs that apparently help bald people look like they have either a Hitler haircut or a mohawk. (Uh, wiglets? What the fuck is wrong with people?) We had no choice but to pass them around the table.