old greg comes to life!

erin, you blinded us with the mystery that is your flashlight mangina...

everlasting friendship between phil the mangina and erin, aka old greg

mk as a mermaid, erin as old greg and alex as howard moon slash illegal migrant worker...

this has been the longest week of my life, partially due to erin and phil's friendship extravaganza. the theme for the grand finale was an old greg party (a denison favorite) which was a big success. erin pulled off the look quite nicely if i do say so myself. perhaps she should consider it for her next job interview. it would be a big hit in the fishing industry; i'm sure they're hurting for the lack of scaley man-fishes. she found herself asking many questions like, "do you love me?", "whatcha doin' in mah waters" and "have you ever drunk bailey's from a shoe?" her ensemble is fashion-forward, consisting of a white jacket, pink tutu, white gogo boots, and green face, fruit punch lips, and seaweed hair. and let's not forget the mangina, which was constructed by pinning a flashlight in-between her legs. (marc jacobs, do i sense a daring new line for fall 2009?) i dressed for the theme as black lake, the home of greg's place, and included the ss howard moon, our dear friend old greg (yes i do know what you got), and a bottle of baileys, all floating in the black abyss of my favorite black t-shirt dress (another complot purchase). the night wound down at the bar where brian, bartender extraordinaire, gifted me the worst drink ever created (on the house, of course). deemed very appropriately a "fuzzy brain" (yes, it looked like a brain floating in a glass), it consisted of bailey's and whiskey. one sip made me want to vomitar (spanish for vom, a great word if i do say so myself). let's hope it doesn't become a staple on the menu, yeah? i think alex, mk and i may have ended up in greg's place by the end of the night, or a close representation of it anyway. i'm glad this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. i don't think i could handle two. perhaps one day i will devote a collection of watercolors to the event. but at present i simply have no time for such creative endeavors (as howard moon says, i'm a (wo)man about town). so anyways, congrats to erin and phil on some heartfelt (or not so much) words exchanged and the solidifying of a life-long friendship through humiliation and awkward situations.