August 24, 2009

• MARKETDAZEchapterfour

  

  That hair is so wrong it's right. I don't know why she was blowing up a black Beachball of Death, but i'm sure she had a good reason.

  

  

  This beauty was sassy and fun. Of course Quiche had to have his picture taken with her!

  

  Looking up, we saw these dudes dancing in the window. At this point, we were down to a trio -- me, Quiche and Carol. We decided (unanimously) that we should try crashing the party. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

  

  

  As you can see from Carol's silhouette, we were successful in our infiltration. Now, being welcome was a whole other ballgame.

  

  We think it was this dude's apartment. We played nice as we made some drinks.

  

  

  I'm not really in ecstacy. Seriously. I mean, come on. He was a harness-clad letch in leather gloves. I'm just pretending. That's how good of an actor i am. Watch out, Sprunger!

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Shortly after these pics were taken, we were asked to vacate the premises. I think someone might have spilled a drink, but i don't remember. I do recall pouring my drink from a glass to a plastic to-go cup before we headed out the door, down the stairs and back onto Halsted...

  

  ...where we chatted with an obviously Satanic silversmith

  

  and Medusa herself!

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