three for one

amelia bedelia had her packed house farewell party on friday night. everyone was in their various stages of inebriation by the time i got there. marc was drinking scotch out of a pedro's chile bottle, t most likely was in possession of an f and the rest drank the keg dry. cheebsy weebsy was there but no pics. sorry. apparently a girl from s america changed his life. whatev, newly medicated or fresh in love, he was acting much differently.
police were called and nobody was under 21. except possibly the girls who came with t (the other t), but they at least had the decency to jump the fence. morons and aces crowded around the table playing quarters. the more uppity joes stood in the kitchen correcting each other on the benefits of libertarianism. every girl cept bethany was an absolute nightmare wrapped in boredom scented tube socks. then again it was probs just me.

the best part came when pipe wiped away tears as the killers' song mr. brightside played and i knew it wouldn't get any more entertaining than that. SO I LEFT. basically i can tell when i've had a horrible time when even i can't re-read my own writing. blah. in related news, si and the others stayed there until 5 in the morn when cops were called again. amelia left for kenya in the morning SO THEY SAY.
sometime later si and i watched the mort nathan classic, national lampoon's BAG BOY. i'm still absolutely furious about watching it that i can't really comment right now. later on we drowned our sorrows in n.y.pizza.d. and marble brewery beer. NO! actually simey didn't drink with us. it made me feel guilty.
om effing g! i've almost got victoria's secret supermodel cleavage!! and all it cost me was gaining an extra 30 pounds of neck fat. gloom. i'm going to go sit in a dark closet.
the last day of summer was on sunday so marc and i made the reasonable decision to cry about it while driving around los ranchos. i've been a spoiled brat about the ending summer. i guess it's time to face the seasonal change. sad. sad. sad.
m bought outdated hipster glasses to cheer me up and make me laugh everytime i look at him.
and it's working.
i saw this sign and was reminded of ash. lonely flea market fiesta.
additionally. all these photos were taken with my broken camera.
we took small roads around the neighborhoods and rolled our eyes at the mansions. terrible antique summer pop songs played on the radio and i propped my elbow on the window. definitely not dry hot summer weather. not cool still fall weather either.
the alps were playing at the dynatheater at the museum so marc and i saddled up our picnic stuff and drove over. i figure that if i spend my last summer day watching a movie about snowy winter weather conditions then it gives me a free bikini and watermelon day in the middle of january. yessssss.
the great part about buying tickets to dynatheater movies is that you can sneak around the museum for free and no one kicks you out. just REMEMBER to NOT BUY the last showing of the day bc then they won't let you walk around the exhibits.

have i completed all my summer to do's?! it's easy to check. i've acquired tan lines, 3 ugly summer trend shirts, twisted ankle, worn out flip flops, hippie hair, and 13 magazines of varying degrees of idiocy.