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[numberoneblind]

So I went to a drama club party last night. And it was very very special. It was some kind of weird theme... pajama bottoms + top halp dressed as book/movie/TV character...


The pictures probably sum it up best.




I was dressed -- badly and sloppily -- as Jane Lane, from Daria. Sara was dressed as Sara in a neon green wig. I look like a drunken hunchback here, argh.


Richard was dressed as a ghost, or, so that he doesn't bitch at me, "the apparition from Jane Eyre!"


He haunted the phone booth that is inexplicably in Kate's basement (the party was at Kate's).


How many people can fit in a phone booth, anyway?


There was "sparkling grape juice." yeah, I'm sure...


Diana loves the booze.


So does Richard. Entirely too much, in fact.


It's... THE CREEPING TERROR!


The battle against Sara's obsessive cleaning rages on.


This comes nowhere near capturing the specialness of the "interpretive dance" taking place here.



I love this picture. It's not getting LJ-cut like the other, uh, 10.



That would be me, of course.


So yeah.

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[barodalove.livejournal.com]

Oh my goodness.

I heart Drama Club. We are by far the coolest organization at Lakeshore.