Friday night I was in a flip cup tourney hosted by an old college pal.
My team consisted of most of my regulars: Ed, Alexis, Ben and Jordan.
We were the orange team, and when matching prison issues proved to be
too costly, we bought a bunch of plastic table cloths at Target and got
creative.
My cape became a toga and then finally a head wrap. Let’s just say
there’s something empowering about wearing a head wrap when you’re
flicking plastic cups around and chugging draft Bud Light. You can see
the sass radiating off me. There should be a little talk bubble saying
something like “You best not be showing your face on my doorstep after
ruining my credit, fool.
Saturday night Alexis came over after she had dinner with her aunt and we played make up and went to the midnight show at UCB. Then I went to the after party, got drunk and didn't instigate any sort of argument.
We pose hard, we know. We pose real hard. But not in the ways that matter, right guys? I mean, we keep it pretty real except for when the camera is on. Then, and only then (with the additional exception of when we purge), we keep it real model-y.