bodybang at the banggang

after a lot of weed was smoked and a lot of long island ice teas later and we are all feeling and looking a bit haggard and we are now going through our rehabilitation stage.

but to recap.
last night was fun.
eventhough the only action we all got was from a huge speaker that vibrated like heaven when leaned/sat on.
there was a snow storm and being high maintanence, had to be dropped off right in front in order to not ruin our hair or to get our shoes wet.
the djs were good eventhough but by the time i had 2 long island ice teas, they could have played screeching cats and i would have danced to it.

when tini was over. we went back home to where i completely passed out. the only thing i can remember while i was sleeping was the ding noise of the microwave going off and barb crawling into bed saying "dude im so stoned".

and to end the best weekend: driving to mcdonalds wearing the same thing as i did the night before, looking not too good. emmi wanted the burgers to be extra greasy, and thank god they were.

but im sure that these pictures will do us some justice. well at least some.



More pics once they're uploaded.
-Sweet Nectar

KATIE'S TAKE ON:



we braved that fucking party despite the sloshstorm.

I was 1st to the party alongside dayne at around 9 am after being asked by Jillian to fill Misa's shoes for the 9-10 dj slot. uh totally unprepared. mama's no dj. threw some lower-fi dance songs onto my ipod and scrambled to tini. of course my clumsy ass trips over the cord while slithering into the dj booth and knocks it on the ground, awkwardly silencing the club. haha. just my style.

decent turn out for open bar.
basement began to flood. eventually closed our little artfair down. barb, nectar and crew dragged their asses to tini at around 10.30 (motherfuckers. always late... no. back up. BARBs always late) 11. 12. 12.30 rolls by. no emmy, vyle, foster? whhhhhat the hell? are they effing? or drunk? high? no. bitches were sleeping!! kill. emmy complained about how shitty her day was so we alleviated her sorrows with alcohol and she was probably nursed with drugs as well.....

I second nectar's testimonial regarding the music.

in addition to my incapacitated eardrums (sinus infection. fluid behind my eardrums), 3 screwdrivers, 2 vodka shots, a long island and a bottle of "vodka and lime" (and by lime barb meant limade) impaired both my focus and my sanity for the evening. the bass however held my attention.. was reaaaaal good to us on that PA. twas totally gellin. I highly suggest public group masterbation. nothing can unite a sisterhood like sharing orgasms. bahaha

thankfully joe showed up to capture some footage of the wild dance floor. highlighted were emmy, barb and nectar. keep your tongue in your mouth and cock tucked in your pants, ladies and gents.

closed the party @ 3 am angrily threatening the life of an unwelcomed, intruding klepto heading toward my apartment with my roomate.

woke up @ 9 am in the same position as when I fell asleep here @ 3 am:

stumbled into the living room to find lina on a bed under the table, barb (in her black and white houndstooth dress and leopard print betsy johnson pajama pants with one sock half on) and nectar (with her day after rats nest hair) all night of the living dead on the futon and emmy, a disheveled corpse awkwardly crammed on the uncomfortable blanketless couch.

they rode the white horse til probably around 7 am with Iz. ultimately layed them out until two of them woke up in a panic realizing emmy's flight back to miami left shortly. after a few desperate attempts to resuscitate her, she finally came to. bitch stumbles in my room all blank and zombified with her damn suitcase and hair all a mess. we tried to do the same for barb to no avail. bitch tells me later that she was faking it at one point. and farted only to convince her pals of her deep slumber. because apparently normals do that in their sleep? also, how does one improvise a fart? I think it'd be safe to say that she studied the honorable petomane of paris.

HAHA. I'm sure it was real "strong and nasty." hahaha. will we ever crack brutal's logic? doubtful.

teambanggang parties ritualistically promise to execute their attendees. I suggest you attend. 3/31/06. holler if you hear me, betches. out.
-taters