hey, look who got a new profile pic. it's to showcase my *so long* hair. is it not sooooooooo long? omg yes, yes, yes, YES!
anywho, rob and i went to a hick wedding this past weekend, thanks due to my fabulous relatives. god bless.
out of boredom, i decided to photodocument the progressive drunkenness of rob. see below:
phase 1. this is the pre-bash drink-sipping period, during which no one is drunk, and everyone is waiting for the appropriate time to get crunked. robert is composed, yet annoyed with the fabulous plaid curtains and (not shown) FANTASTIC antlers on the walls of the gun club at which we were partying.
soon, as more people began to arrive, the gin and tonics rained down on robert like the yummiest plague ever. and the composure started to slip. soon, his pre-drunken waiting face turned, er, drunken.
(notice the sunlight in the window. mint.)
i had to leave him alone in the john...with his camera. this is what i got:
soon, the dj started getting PUMPED, with the "alright!'s " and the playing of the line dances. so rob thought he'd be a drunken d.j., with a fake microphone, at a table full of middle aged women. SWEET.
(ALRIGHT!)
soon after this photo, rob joined me on the dance floor for a chicken dance remix. that's right....i said remix. he even did the roosting part of the dance.
the rest of the night was uneventful, and rob continued to CRUSH the drinks...forgetting that the gin being used came from a costco family-sized bottle...
and he paid. oh he paid. he got so shitfaced. it was fantastic! seriously.
however, due to the fun/post-fun hangover, the only pictures taken of me sort of look....off?
ha. i love that lush.
anywho, nothing much has happened since. HOWEVER, i cannot WAIT to go to the FAIR!
deep-friend things, cow shit, and fat ladies.
WORD.
anywho, rob and i went to a hick wedding this past weekend, thanks due to my fabulous relatives. god bless.
out of boredom, i decided to photodocument the progressive drunkenness of rob. see below:
phase 1. this is the pre-bash drink-sipping period, during which no one is drunk, and everyone is waiting for the appropriate time to get crunked. robert is composed, yet annoyed with the fabulous plaid curtains and (not shown) FANTASTIC antlers on the walls of the gun club at which we were partying.
soon, as more people began to arrive, the gin and tonics rained down on robert like the yummiest plague ever. and the composure started to slip. soon, his pre-drunken waiting face turned, er, drunken.
(notice the sunlight in the window. mint.)
i had to leave him alone in the john...with his camera. this is what i got:
soon, the dj started getting PUMPED, with the "alright!'s " and the playing of the line dances. so rob thought he'd be a drunken d.j., with a fake microphone, at a table full of middle aged women. SWEET.
(ALRIGHT!)
soon after this photo, rob joined me on the dance floor for a chicken dance remix. that's right....i said remix. he even did the roosting part of the dance.
the rest of the night was uneventful, and rob continued to CRUSH the drinks...forgetting that the gin being used came from a costco family-sized bottle...
and he paid. oh he paid. he got so shitfaced. it was fantastic! seriously.
however, due to the fun/post-fun hangover, the only pictures taken of me sort of look....off?
ha. i love that lush.
anywho, nothing much has happened since. HOWEVER, i cannot WAIT to go to the FAIR!
deep-friend things, cow shit, and fat ladies.
WORD.
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spydah:
you two are both nuts.........but in a good way 
machiavel:
drunk at a hick wedding....were you invited? or is this some new thing to go to hick weddings for fun. 