My date got me this giant flower wristlet thingy. I took some pictures but only AFTER I ******** it up by walking into s**t and making half the flowers fall off. It went half way up my forearm like a gauntlet.
My date and I didn't arrive at another friend's house for pictures at the same time though so I took my phone and took a picture of myself. (We have full body shots and stuff but they were professionally done by ANOTHER friend's dad, so we're still waiting for them)
And then my date arrived and we took a picture together while we watched my other friends giggle over their dresses.
And then we went to the shore for 3 days, and on the last night... that was just awesome. The two oldest guys got s**t faced drunk, stripped down into their underpants, handed me their clothes and ran into the ocean at 4:30am. They just stood there letting the waves crash on them and stumbling EVERYWHERE. I wish I had a picture but my camera was at the hotel. But I did find a dead horse shoe crab...
I had to run back to the hotel to get my camera to take that picture. By then Brad and Peter were already dressed again
Then I watched the sun rise from the beach. It was beautiful.
Oh and guys, here's Steven! Do you remember him?
