Jen and I agreed on 5 rules before we started taking pictures.
1. Erase all traces of her tomboy qualities.
2. Wear her ‘Where The Wild Things Are’ t-shirt.
3. Use milk.
4. Get drenched even though she “looks weird” with her hair wet.
5. Drink three “cowboys” each (shot of tequila, can of beer).
6. (A midway rule) Play Christina Aguilera’s ‘Dirty’ on repeat for an hour (she thought My Bloody Valentine was too emo).
These are the sharable photos I found on my camera the next morning after nearly puking tzatziki and alcohol.

“Jack The Ripper”, Horrors
Tommie talks like a talk show host broadcasting to millions.
People get excited about… anything, he says. The bar is so fucking low that if somebody does something remotely interesting everyone gets… I mean, how is Lady GaGa a fucking sensation, you know what I’m saying? The only reason why her and MGMT and people like that can have a blip on the radar is because there’s no fucking competition, and there’s nobody doing it better…
Listening to conversation unfold in a car full of hot girls is like listening to a Girltalk record. It’s a cacophony of random sugary thoughts pretending to relate, and everyone is trying to get their soundbite heard.
I wanna be a billionaire in training, she says.
One’s vanity is the only thing that gets in the way of one’s thoughts.
Look at me.