Thursday night I decided to park my ass in front of the Mini-Stop and do what foreigners do best: drink into oblivion. Of course, this being a school night and all I had to start early. I decided 6PM was completely socially acceptable. Besides, the locals in my neighborhood set the bar pretty low; being wasted by 8PM is a total WIN. Anyway, because I shot my wad before the weekend had officially started, I was retarded by Friday night and wanted nothing more than to curl up in an air-conditioned cocoon and check out until Saturday afternoon, when I would no doubt emerge a refreshed butterfly, ready to take on the weekend.
The ladies had other plans.
Friday night Casey decided to have a yard sale, or as I preferred to call it, "Come take all the shit I no longer want because I went to America and got loads of WAY BETTER shit-travaganza". This is also when Casey whipped out the hair cape. Check it out:
And because video is never, EVER enough, we had to strike poses in a hair cape photo shoot.
"We are fucking fabulous."
"Do you think god will smite us for wearing really bad hair extensions? 'Cause Paris Hilton's still alive and all..."