80's Fest - was awesome. 
Highlight of the night? A good friend vomiting, then thinking he was dying because there was blood in the puke. Turns out, it was merely from the occassional suck on mine and Megann's Ring Pops.
WARNING: May cause fear of death when being thrown up.
Mirror picture. Tacky tacky.
Meg, Justin and I.
Ring Pop tainted mouths!
This looks like a shitty band photo with us three in the background. Only, it looks like we're all on our phones.
Kyle, Dusty, and Justin.
Dusty, to older friend Matt about 80's Fest: "It was just "Fest" when you went."
Let's just say that throughout the night, Dusty was never hard to find.
Dakota and J.
Justin and I caught up in the moment. Damn you, amazing Journey cover band!
Hotboxing.
That was Friday night.
Saturday night was the Battle of the Bands in Lansing, and holy fucking hell yes, Finding Bliss won! The boys definitely deserved it.
Chris (lead guitar) came up to group hug after the win, while we were packing up instruments. "Tonight... no one's not getting laid."
Thus, we celebrated at Nick's after (rhythm guitarist), where he and his identical twin live.
There was some intense music selecting going on.
Intense talking.
Intense fucking laughing.
Passing of a cigarette beneath the balls?
Matt, the singer, unable to compete with that stool.
This picture could not paint me in any worse way.
This one too.
Megann's Boba Fett helmet saw a lot of action. Justin giving me a lapdance.
Dusty. Headband as always.
... a bit later.
Lastly, a wonderful picture of Dusty's lightsaber, that ended up in the most hick ass bar I know. I believed it was used as a pool stick for a bit.
Love, love, love.
Highlight of the night? A good friend vomiting, then thinking he was dying because there was blood in the puke. Turns out, it was merely from the occassional suck on mine and Megann's Ring Pops.
WARNING: May cause fear of death when being thrown up.
Mirror picture. Tacky tacky.
Meg, Justin and I.
Ring Pop tainted mouths!
This looks like a shitty band photo with us three in the background. Only, it looks like we're all on our phones.
Kyle, Dusty, and Justin.
Dusty, to older friend Matt about 80's Fest: "It was just "Fest" when you went."
Let's just say that throughout the night, Dusty was never hard to find.
Dakota and J.
Justin and I caught up in the moment. Damn you, amazing Journey cover band!
Hotboxing.
That was Friday night.
Saturday night was the Battle of the Bands in Lansing, and holy fucking hell yes, Finding Bliss won! The boys definitely deserved it.
Chris (lead guitar) came up to group hug after the win, while we were packing up instruments. "Tonight... no one's not getting laid."
Thus, we celebrated at Nick's after (rhythm guitarist), where he and his identical twin live.
There was some intense music selecting going on.
Intense talking.
Intense fucking laughing.
Passing of a cigarette beneath the balls?
Matt, the singer, unable to compete with that stool.
This picture could not paint me in any worse way.
This one too.
Megann's Boba Fett helmet saw a lot of action. Justin giving me a lapdance.
Dusty. Headband as always.
... a bit later.
Lastly, a wonderful picture of Dusty's lightsaber, that ended up in the most hick ass bar I know. I believed it was used as a pool stick for a bit.
Love, love, love.
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bellebane:
awww wish i couldve been there love!
joemaciesza:
seriously? YOU haven't gone pink yet. whats wrong with this place? its a travesty i tells ya. glad to see you're still having lots of fun though. take care! ps ive been away far too long from regular comments.