casbah rocked.

(a photographic essay of an evening to celebrate the birth of G.)

"ok, let me get an official 'before' shot."



done.

while we waited for the remainder of our posse to arrive at bar #1, we talked to a duck that resembled a cow. this killed time and prevented the old, mustached men next to us from making any moves.



once the crew was in full REPRESENT force, we started boogeying down. even my aunt (member of the previously mentioned Desperate Houswives crew) made an appearance. after a few shots she started talking about cocaine. that was weird.



(notice how dark my makeup looks in the following photo. this will become important later when i start to look like a man.)



not wanting to hear more about my aunt's drug habits, we hiked over to the next bar. i feel this qualified, literally, as a hike because the walk was over mostly gravel for what must have been 12 miles (ok, maybe like 0.12). i had to pee desperately and we had been "responsible" that evening and gotten a ride from Gina's pops (hubba-hubba).



at bar #2, Gina announced that she was really wasted, throwing her arm to the side for dramatic effect. this resulted in a spilled beer and me having her recreate the motion for documentation purposes. nice reinactment, G.



hey, Gina...what's that ticket in your shirt?
yeah, i'm not sure why it's there, but it's actually the admittance ticket from my cousin's high school graduation. i must have found them in my purse and thought they'd make a great Gina accessory. i must say, i was dead on with that one. HOTTT.

in fact, maybe i'll just DARKEN MY MAKEUP, jump into this phone booth over here, and turn into a TRANSVESTITE for a hilarious action photo of my sticking the ticket in your shirt!!!



yikes.

i think Gina was a little scared, so she went to smoke a cigarette. some boy found her and tried to mack it up, but Gina steered the conversation to politics instead. i was her protector for the evening, so i did as any protector would and took pictures that made her boobs look gigantic and then had Lana poke fun of her encounter on the back deck.



hehe. i wonder if he saw your ticket.



as we were leaving this bar, there was a brief encounter where i may or may not have tossed a boy against a wall for using foul language toward the birthday girl. there is no photographic evidence of this, but i assure you i am the best b-day protector that friendship can buy. plus i get a bit violent when i'm drunk.

moving on...

bar #3! hey lana...pretent you're picking Brian's nose real quick! thanks!



hey G! how you feelin'?

"i'm a little bit very much wasted."

excellent!



after this proclamation and another encounter with some G-lovin' boys, we decided it was time to go home. i thought of harrassing the cops with my gang signs until they offered a ride,





but evidently i'm not very threatening. so we just called my kickass brother instead.

i had Gina pose on the corner of Broadway as we waited for our ride. it seemed like a totally non-stupid idea for two drunk girls to be doing in the ghetto at three in the morning.





oh, and to be official, here's the "after" shot:



she doesn't look to bad, but i assure you she was blitzed. i seem to have been also, since it's a pretty crappy shot.

big ups to my bro for driving us home!



and Gina says, peace the fuck out.