The Magical Tale of Two Little Art Sluts

Did you have a good weekend? I hope so.

My weird week ended with a typical weekend. Partying. Drunkenness. Awesomeness.

For those who don't know, my best friend Kerrie is a fashion design student. A couple of her close friends from design school put together a fashion show Friday night. It was cute. Then, we attended the after-party downtown.







Kerrie's friends were super sweet, but also incredibly distracted, so we didn't get to spend that much time with them. The party was kind of lame and the rest of the people were boring, so we took off to our favorite art party down the street.



It was nice to step out in my 1960s vintage coat. It will probably be the last time I wear it before spring.



We spent most of our time drinking happy juice and giggling in our friend's bedroom. (He is the gallery owner. He wasn't there. He was too busy getting stoned outside).



...and we raided his kitchen.



Then, Kerrie hopped a truck outside the gallery around 2 a.m. But the owner wouldn't let her ride. Boo!



Sadly, this is what we looked like after the night's festivities. If you've been following my blog long enough, our faces may look familiar. After too much happy juice, Kerrie tends to look oddly surprised and I try to make a kissing face that ends up imitating Donald Duck.

(Sad? Maybe. Fabbing fuckulous? Yes.)

Let's have a great week. Okay? Okay.