Folsom street fair

we started drinking at 10 am and i was pretty drunk by the time we left the house i polished off a bottle of vodka. the street fair was only two blocks away from my house. frank and joel came down to spend the weekend with us, which gave an excuse do drink like it was my birthday or pride weekend.

my new bloomers

the sweet shoes i found at the bottom of one of the brooklyn boxes. they did me in though... my drunk ass took a tumble 100 feet into the fair. after that i cut myself off and latched on to manny like i was a straight girl. manny on the other hand decided to continue to drink and drink and drink and drink

my night ended cleaning up manny's puke from the shitting room. he really did pass out in the hall. at least i wasn't the one to pop the shitters'' cherry...