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andrew_in_drag) wrote2012-04-04 03:56 pm
andrew_in_drag) wrote2012-04-04 03:56 pm
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PARTY PARTY PARTY ON WEDNESDAY WEDNESDAY WEDNESDAY
An f-locked post for my f-locked life.
So before the holidays started, we basically held a giant fuck-off party in our student house. We did pre-drinks at our place from about half eight until midnight, and then swung out to hit a club (just the student union, we're not classy).
It was fancy dress, and some of the costumes were really...entertaining. The theme was "from the movies".
And if you want the pictures, you're going to have to JUMP for them. I'll warn that this post references drugs, booze and my face.
My friend Sarah dressed as the iceberg from Titanic. Oh Sarah.
Here's her struggling to keep her shit together next to my mate Emma, aka Vopsy, aka Poison Ivy (for one night only):
I really enjoy our booze shelf in the background. That wine has been there since we fucking moved in and probably smells (and tastes) like satan's armpit by now.
Fun fact: Emma couldn't get that green shit off her legs or the red spray out of her hair, and had to go to her seminar like that the next day. At 9am. I think she cried.
There was a bunch more people there, but for some reason they're just not as interesting.
I was the tin man. At the start of the evening I was literally fucking covered in tin foil (other than that I was in a fucking dress, implying my choice was more transgender-oz): I very quickly realised that it was very hot under all that foil, and so there was some ceremonial aluminium-shedding...
That's Cruella de Vil helping me out. Not pictured is my face, because that's what happens when you handle a camera drunk.
Here's a picture of Caitlin (the last unicorn, apparently), because she just looks so goddamned happy.
Oh, and here's one of my fucking face, because everyone wants to see that (don't choke):
Yes, I'm grinning like a drunk bitch, ecstasy-sweating off the last of my silver facepaint (read: silver eyeshadow). Toga-boy (aka Rhys) stares at me with fond concern. Joe (mr middleman) doesn't care.
Lastly, end of the night:
Alright, I was upset because I lost my hat, let it go.
So before the holidays started, we basically held a giant fuck-off party in our student house. We did pre-drinks at our place from about half eight until midnight, and then swung out to hit a club (just the student union, we're not classy).
It was fancy dress, and some of the costumes were really...entertaining. The theme was "from the movies".
And if you want the pictures, you're going to have to JUMP for them. I'll warn that this post references drugs, booze and my face.
My friend Sarah dressed as the iceberg from Titanic. Oh Sarah.
Here's her struggling to keep her shit together next to my mate Emma, aka Vopsy, aka Poison Ivy (for one night only):
I really enjoy our booze shelf in the background. That wine has been there since we fucking moved in and probably smells (and tastes) like satan's armpit by now.
Fun fact: Emma couldn't get that green shit off her legs or the red spray out of her hair, and had to go to her seminar like that the next day. At 9am. I think she cried.
There was a bunch more people there, but for some reason they're just not as interesting.
I was the tin man. At the start of the evening I was literally fucking covered in tin foil (other than that I was in a fucking dress, implying my choice was more transgender-oz): I very quickly realised that it was very hot under all that foil, and so there was some ceremonial aluminium-shedding...
That's Cruella de Vil helping me out. Not pictured is my face, because that's what happens when you handle a camera drunk.
Here's a picture of Caitlin (the last unicorn, apparently), because she just looks so goddamned happy.
Oh, and here's one of my fucking face, because everyone wants to see that (don't choke):
Yes, I'm grinning like a drunk bitch, ecstasy-sweating off the last of my silver facepaint (read: silver eyeshadow). Toga-boy (aka Rhys) stares at me with fond concern. Joe (mr middleman) doesn't care.
Lastly, end of the night:
Alright, I was upset because I lost my hat, let it go.
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such a good idea for the tin man. but really that snake printed dress is gorgeous *-*
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