So Nathan comes to pick me up, takes a look at what I'm wearing (pointy black heels, Rock and Republics, black wifebeater, raspberry coloured cardigan, lots of pearls... I looked cute!) and announces it's a formal party. I steal some of Leticia's clothes (ahhh the joys of stealing from the ex-roommate... you already know how everything will fit.) and head on out.
It's an ok party... people are trashed-ish by the time we get there, and noone that I really know is there, which kind of sucks. They're playing really good dance music, and I want to dance, but it's awkward, because it's Nathan. And it's a club, and noone else is dancing. So I drink. And text message. And drink. And then finally Nathan goes elsewhere for a bit, and I'm stuck there so I message him pleading work and go see Cal. Amusing how they're roommates, so I would have been BUSTED had Nathan decided to sleep at home rather than at school (kid has an apartment at the Ritz Carlton. !!) But no. So I went over to Cal's (you have to love the change of times in my verbs in this story) and we have a couple more drinks and reminisce about things like the old fogeys we are, aged all of 19 and 20, and it's fun. In the midst of it all, Cal starts taking pictures of me and us, and here is one of the best.
pretty pretty. whee!