Life Without Glasses

Happy Birthday everybody! I didn't get arrested or detained, kept both of my shoes on until I got home, became intoxicated, and danced with strangers like I was turning 21 instead of 25. Thanks to Alex for hosting my party and getting me trashed, thanks to Aspen for keeping track of me and all of my stuff, thanks to everyone who was willing to be seen dancing with me, and thanks to Melissa for the cake. There are some pictures of me with my new contacts (or, I guess, without my glasses). It's been a great month of partying - now time to be a student again...

My response to Jeff's command to "be sexy" - I don't know whether I am too old or just out of practice. 

The drive over. 

Group "before" picture. 

Alex's hot stripper shoes. She danced in these things. 

Peter and Aspen looking excited to be alive. 

Alex and Lis practice their sexy look. 

Trannie Jonathan. 

Second attempt at "sexy". 

Cab ride to the club - yes, we are already trashed. But, again, cab driver was probably the most interesting person I met all night. 

Trannies. 

One of the many mysteries of Alex's beauty revealed. 

Watch out, ladies. (No seriously, watch out.) 

Front the club where scandalous, drunken dancing is about to commence. 

Lis and Donny. 

The best hostess/party-planner ever. 

This is not a trick of the camera - Aspen is actually a foot and a half taller than most of the human race. 

I get down with my bad self. 

More action shots. An injunction against my dancing will be heard in the Cook County courts first thing Tuesday morning. 

Jorge props me up. Um, I mean, Jorge dances with me. 

Jorge tries to look responsible. 

Aspen and Alex get wild... 

Cory sways to the music. 

Jorge and Alex celebrate their youth...bastards. 

Drunken Aspen did a great job of making sure I did not give my shoes to strangers. 

End of the night. Sorry to Aspen and Jorge who had to experience our drunken bonding moment.