what a time it was...

i don't know when i'll recover from this weekend. from thursday to sunday, it was non stop celebration and good times. which was great don't get me wrong. but right now i feel like i could quite easily die. my chest is just burning with fire and death, and i cannot speak at all. and it's not fun. it's quite annoying. but alas, the good times...
friday night was the echo station show @ victor's. so it's kind of a biker bar. we walk in, and i am the only one in the place wearing a costume.





as you can imagine, it was quite an embarassing moment for me. everyone was just like glaring at me. awkward! luckily, within minutes, the rest of the gang came strolling in, so we had a big, fat crowd of insanely dressed lunatics (in this biker bar!)here is my slideshow documenting the night (as well as the next night).

Create Your Own!echo station rocked (of course) and we had an insanely fun time! andy and i ended up staying out until like 3:30 which is of course why i am so sick right now. dumb.
the next night was wonderful as well. we went to nyack to see rocky horror. first frenchie from grease! came out and introduced the show (she was quite cracked out, i'll tell you) and then there was a rocky horror concert. then they showed the movie. it was a good time. there was a lunatic behind us, and she was cracking us up. next year, we will have a dry run before we go so we know all the cues and words to yell and things to throw. when they throw the toast (when they're toasting over eddie's dead body) andy got hit, and since he had NO CLUE what was going on, he was like, "something hit me!" and he bent down, and alas, a piece of toast! he turns to me with swirling eyes and says, "a piece of toast!" it was hilarious. unfortunately, we are all old and cannot go out 2 nights in a row, so we left right after and were in bed by 12. which was, incidentally, still too late for me.
sunday my mother and sister and i went to the city. we went to the hard rock cafe for lunch. then we um, shopped at the gap. it was dumb. i wanted to go to the wax museum again, but my sister insisted, let's just stop into the gap real quick. yea, 2 hours.





we had coffee at the juan valdez cafe, which i will tell you straight out is better than starbucks, and cheaper too. then we saw rent. which was, of course, wonderful.
on the train ride home, there was some drama behind us...a perscription drug medicated harrison mother and a crying, sniveling daughter who kept saying, "i'm so sorry i'm so sorry" and the mother was like, "no! too bad!" and kept getting up and changing seats and coming back and yelling, and changing seats again and coming back and when the daughter ignored her, she was all huffy and dramaqueen and flipping her hair and then CHANGED SEATS AGAIN! it was madness. i wanted to tell her to stop being such a baby. sheesh.