Studying. Hahahaha.

Caryn sure is excited about those candy buttons from the Popcorn Shop.
Here we are in the downtown Wheaton Starbucks, chilling and eating
candy. The illustrious and clever Caryn is one of my good friends from school, and came with
one of my other good friends, the smashing Nancy Parman.

Caryn and Nancy got married without telling me.
You can't tell, but I'm seething with rage from behind the camera.

Back at home, we decide snuggling girl talk in the california king bed in the
guest bedroom would be the most productive use of our time.

Marty calls, saying, "entertain us." They come over. We watch Cabin Fever
in my basement and eat mini-tacos and the delicious pizza that mi mamacita
made for dinner.

Cabin Fever is the worst movie in the whole wide world. Nancy brushes her
teeth, seductively posing for the camera.

Is she ironing? Why, no. Caryn is taking out her contacts. I coincidentally
have the same pajamas from Target.

We're going to the Salvation Army on Roosevelt.

If Caryn were going to prom, she would wear this.
I know. I thought she shouldn't wear it because she'd upstage
all the other girls. Which is so mean.

Later that night, we attend the Forest Park Dunkin' Donuts at approximately
midnight with Marty Sweeney, Nancy Parman, and Caryn Lichtenberg.

Kristin got some pretty good hot chocolate.
May I daresay that she is hot chocolate?
No?

Joe, the uber-fab New Yorker Maciej, and Marty Cuomo ;).

Gee. Someone hit me again with a pretty stick, didn't they?
Kristin and I.

Kevin likes candy cigarettes. He's pretty hardcore like that.

Marty likes the scent of candy.

Really, really likes it.

Kevin and Joe schnuggling.

The next day, Kristin, Caryn and I go to the Beef and Brandy Restaurant
in what I believe is Brookfield. Yes, I did eat all that whipped cream.

BABE.

BAAAAAAABE.

We sang, "Oh Mickie You're So Fine" in this bathroom. And danced. Thanks, Beef and Brandy!