Tell me, am I getting in too deep?
Every night I'm talking in my sleep.

What a whirlwind!... we started off the weekend correctly with some serious shopping on friday afternoon and the tastiest gelato in the world (that is just happily on our block), then it was time to kick off our new-school rock and roll friday in old-school fashion by cracking the sparks.... and just like that DISLOCATED was born. Thanks to the Husky G, Mrs. Robinson and some seriously hard partying co-workers, the inaugural party was a success and we plan on being around for quite some time... there are still pants that need to come off, banquettes that need to be danced on, and interns to meet.
*No extra cost for hearing everything we wanted without The Beast lording over the DJ booth.

oooh but we should back up... thursday night we headed out to astoria and the good ole beer garden (we know brooklyn and queens in one week, we're like totally borough hoppers!!!). We may or may not have had way too much to drink. We may or may not have played Kings and Beer Pong and Flip Cup. We may or may not have professed our love to someone we totally shouldn't have, who for the purposes of anonymity we'll refer to as Lashes. We may or may not see a pattern forming that we rebuked Mrs. R for pointing out to us... it may or may not be a proximity problem. allegedly. and one can't necessarily believe everything they read.

right so the weekend continued when our new favorite gaybie crashed at our place and we headed out after watching celebrity fit club (who knew that dustin diamond was such a class a douchebag?) for brunch. We discovered The EU which was quite tasty, we ate the burger. it may or may not have come with a fried egg on top. then we walked over to the Christopher St pier and put in a few hours of some very choice people watching. after that it was off to the west village to be all prideful and shit, but where we wound up running into JLip and her soon-to-be-husband... while sitting at whitehorse we ran into another friend from HS because the world just is that small...

and then, pride. The good senora came down with us to meet Mr. A after he rode his motorcycle in the parade. drinking began, we may or may not have ran into far too many people, drank far too many beers and we may or may not have never made it home.

needless to say, we may or may not be extremely exhausted...

the countdown begins - we leave for SanFran and Napa in a week and a half...
Could you be the one I’m thinking of?
Could you be the girl I really love?
All the people tell me so
But what do all the people know