that night ruled.
jace and i dancing on the booth.
“like a couple of white girls” as my brother said.
this night was kind of nuts though.
i was going way too hard.
and out of nowhere some girl slapped the shit out of me.
for no reason.
maybe she hates half-lined glenplaid suits.
and i’ll admit, its not for everyone.
but nothing to get violent over.
also, the dj wasn’t terrible.
however, when did djs stop playing hip-hop?
i shouldn’t have to beg for B.I.G.
I shouldn’t have to grovel for HOVA.
still, that weekend was fun.
i expect to get smacked for no reason next fashion week as well.
thanks for posting these dustony.