Colrain Road. "I'm the President!" "Clear, asshole!" I got my jug. Bats. Shooting stars. Pranking Whatevs. Pranking The Fever. Girl-on-girl action. Never have I ever. Birthday cake bra. Sparklers. Massages. Ian's gun. champagne. Kitten heels. Eye makeup for everyone. Special brownies. Best Weekend Ever.
So, I went to Vermont after not leaving the city for six months, and it was awesome. Highlights included:
- Getting my first-ever massage, at a nearby spa. I was anxious at first but aside from a little giggling (my back is ticklish) it went well.
- Endless Truth or Dare.
- The effing STARS. Zillions of them. Shooting around like crazy.
- Finding a flea market, where I bought a box of a hundred of turn-of-the-century photographs for $10.
- Being "stuck" with people. The whole weekend, I kept thinking that what we experienced in VT could never happen in the city, because everyone here always has somewhere else to be and five different plans for any one night. We were stuck together so we had to make our own fun, which apparently consisted of playing games suitable to 17 year olds and prank calling rock bands and bloggers on camera. Huge thanks to everyone, especially our lovely hostess Jen Carlson for the best time I've had in I don't know how long. If you have the chance, arrange to be STUCK for a weekend with a bunch of people you don't know (and some you do). It's like a year of therapy in one weekend, for serious!
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