Dance the night away!

for Mora: embarrassing pics of Sara...

A few things real quick re: last night.
1. I finally have a beef with Target: Xhiliration makes really shitty ballet flats, and I never should have trekked around in them. My calves feel like I actually performed in Swan Lake for two weeks straight.
2. I don't know who bought me beers when we were out, but thanks. I feel like thanks are owed because I couldn't remember if I actually whipped out my cc, or if someone just saved me the trouble and bought me beers. Which leads to #3....
3. Where were we that they served bbq chips? I never ate dinner last night except some chips and guac at moe's cantina at my career function, so the bbq chips became my dinner. And they must have been Jay's because I couldn't stop eating 'em.

So here's some other shots of YourUp and lakehouses, and lots of embarrassing pics of myself because I know if anything, people love embarrassment and especially embarrassing pics. And there were so many, I didn't really know how to choose. Basically I'm ruining the slide show that Maura and I have been talking about preparing, but whatevs, I thought I'd select some choice shots. Also, you're missing out on hilarious videos of both me and my brother trance dancing. We'll have to show those sometime. Further embarrassment ensues.

This is kind of an embarrassing pic of everyone. Middle fingers, peace signs, high tens, mugged smiles...we were all in rare form that night.

Commercialism is embarrassing sometimes. This makes my eyes tired. Maybe because Santa, Christ, and the US Presidents all share the same booth. I think Harry Potter is in there somewhere too.

This was our last day in Paris, the end of YourUp 05, after I had thrown out my towels (stolen from hostels) and decided to use my Egyptian sleep sack as a body towel, and my red t-shirt as a head wrap. The look obviously worked so I made Maura take a pic.

I thought I'd throw this one in there. Will is jamming to some cd, I can't remember what, but it was certainly not Kelly Clarkson, even though I'm sure his face looks the same when he rocks out to KC.

Ah, the peace sign...It made one of many appearances at Giverny in Monet's Garden and Maura and I counter-acted all the outrageous beautifulness by taking ridiculous pics, like me pretending to sit on a plant as big as a chair.

This isn't embarrassing at all, but I'm obsessed with contrast, especially old vs. new, and it's all over Europe, which is probably why I wasted so many pics on shots like this.

My classic air guitar pose. When my parents would go out on "walks" and Maura and I had the villa to ourselves we would: 1) smoke as many cigarettes as humanly possible before their imminent return; 2) put on dance party music and do cannonballs in to the pool; 3) tell ourselves over and over again "I can't believe we're in a villa. In the south of France. A villa!" This pic is from#2, when I would attack the stereo and put on New Order. We also danced to Bloc Party, and then when Le Chris showed up, All American Rejects. That's his favorite guilty pleasure. Okay, and mine too.

This is when I got shit on by a pigeon in Prague. Maura called it too, about two seconds before it happened. I shrieked, typically, and these nice Dutch tourists offered me an antibacterial wipe. Which is great because I just read about pigeons spreading encephalitis by shitting on people. So...my fingers are crossed.

Um, I really did go out in public like this. But we were in the Hague, and it was Queen's Day celebration (hence the orange...um...mesh hat) and Maura and I came back to our hostel room kind of late and we didn't know the people who had moved in, so we were, of course, giggling and taking ridiculous pics of each other.

Ah, the money shot. This was a bruise from my first, and worst, fall in Frankfurt at the beginning of the trip. I was jumping on a picnic table (or something) and just pitched backward onto the cobblestone streets. The guys we were with were understandable dumb-founded, not used to my pratfalls at all, and Maura had already started laughing at me, so they kind of did a, "heh heh heh" then everyone broke down laughing at me. I woke up the next morning with this doozy on my ass, and Maura noticed it. I figure everyone has either seen a) my underwear; b) my butt crack; or c) my actual butt, so I thought I'd take care of the ambiguity and get it out there one final time. I'll probably take this down eventually, but despite its lewdness, it kind of is an amazing bruise. Probs my best one ever.

posted by SES @ 11:34 AM