Because sometimes, while hanging out with your friends, you're more interested in taking artful photos of the lanterns on the table than you are in chatting.
Oops, cool friend alert, amiright?
It started with wine on Alyssa's back porch, then we went to
Dodge City, and were stoked to find, like, the best DJ ever spinning upbeat '60s soul tracks.
I was too busy dancing hard to take photos at Dodge City, so all I have are the before (above) and after shots. The after shots are just us hanging out at
Italian Kitchen, D.C.'s only better-than-Jumbo-Slice late-night option (but where massive slices are also the norm.)
Mmm.
I... don't care to admit how many photos I tried to take of my pizza to achieve the above result. Think me, standing outside the "restaurant," as the drunk U St.ers pass by, holding this 1/4-pizza in one hand, my camera in the other. Awkward. Also I was taking to holding my pizza box like a stack of schoolbooks, and on the ride home, my pizza conveniently slid out of its protective cardboard and fell square on the car floor. Che bello!
Sunday was a day of hopeful movie plans, but it dissolved into a Vietnamese extravaganza...
And raising some hell with Pop-Its.
Recipe for hood-rat success!
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