sexy ladies

friday night, amy arrived. she and vicki and i went to dinner and got drinks afterwards.
we went to a bar in my hood that was a bit on the yuppie side, but the jukebox and drinks were good.
vicki noticed straight away that one of the dudes in the bar was from this documentary called born rich. she said this guy was a vanderbilt or something and was the heir to the whitney museum among other notable NY landmarks (ah, that's him...josiah hornblower: here). for some reason she wanted to talk to him really bad, i think just to see how messed up he was. he and his croonies looked like complete dorks. i mean all 4 of them were wearing belted pleated pants (a la dockers), button down shirts tucked into the belted pants complete with sockless loafers! all of them! at one point we were standing outside right next to the dorky foursome and vic wouldn't speak up. i didn't give a shit about them, so i interjected:
"HEY, two of you are wearing the exact same loafers. is that on purpose?" that was our "in." they were totally humorless, didn't get my joke at all. do the rich train their offspring to have no sense of humor? jesus. lighten up boys. we attempted to chat and joke with them for a few minutes and decided to go back inside once we realized how far those sticks were up their asses.

the rest of the night consisted of the three of us taking ridiculous digi pics of ourselves. we kept taking bad ones and it became a game...who could take the ugliest pics. so funny!! here is a a little quicktime slide show i made of the best of the pics: sexy ladies. be sure to keep the speakers on, since the song is the best part. enjoy!