this party was east of carlisle.
we drank daintily with our fragile fingertips barely grasping the glassware stems.
then chugged a few and headed down to amelia's house, west of girard.
remember last time we were at this house? no? no? no? no? oh yes, that's because i don't post pics from this pad. it's just easier to refer you to clips from metropolitan. watch:
as it actually is, her house parties are bourgeois. same people. same haughty, insipid conversations. same self-consciousness. i certainly don't want to be at a beer pong party, but i may as well be. wah wah. and if you don't agree, you're one of them!!! you think you're more fascinating than you actually are. lol.
eh. we all make that same mistake. and anyway, she always sets out that great hummus dip.
bill was phone tutoring a poor norwegian child the WHOLE TIME WE WERE THERE! can you handle the exigency?
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