i can't dance a single step.

MAGIC. i have finally managed to upload pictures from the Glitter & Gold launch party at CRUSH in Orlando. and i uploaded a shit load of songs i think every person needs to have on hand in case they just need to pause life and hold a personal dance party.

that is an event i believe needs to happen more often - all over! subway stops, in the kitchen while waiting for the microwave to stop. with or without headphones, sometimes these things are well planned and other times it is a spur of the moment burst of awesomeness. either way do it and then do something that far more people would find sane and probably intriguing like flying a kite. i hear that is hip and novel these days.

AND WITHOUT FURTHER ADO



how my friends kill time before we go places;

haaaapppy!


spot what is wrong with this picture, win five bobby pins


we both agreed and road trip, no matter what size, must be documented when there is a camera at hand.


leaving super early in anticipation only to arrive super early and spend all your quarters on parking and watch balloons float arouns isn't too bad, really.



his turned out cooler than mine.


a moment later i had to take a cliche posed smiling shot of these girls because as soon as you see an unfamiliar person snapping away at an event you pose and ask for a shot taken, it's the rules.




i judge how bad ass a night has been by how many girls i've seen thrown across rooms.



they were heels and cute and as i took that picture another girl complimented her on them. dan's awesome velcro sneakers stole the spotlight as per usual.



number one of the series of Awesome Dan Pictures from the night




original.






super super cute. miss fit, and owner of the couch dan and i attempted to sleep on that night. he won, i failed, i believe we befriended a roommate from lakeland florida the next morning.




Two.


she looks like someone famous.



all we do is party.


what you can't see is the pit of shirtless boys around her. the stage had become a sort of cave-man style dance party on the masculine side of it all.


Three.


and we will end with that dude looking perplexed.

SO I LIED!!!

there was a "mix tape" (remember back when we actually made those? man i had a radio/tape player that recorded shit with an internal microphone...i made holiday mixed tapes with my own poetry about santa on them.) as previously mentioned but i am late for coffee with Heather Veronica and then it is FLAUNT (pssst GO ) and then i am home passed out and working tomorrow. you should all go out tonight. lets drink diet coke together.