Michele sent me my Snark pics and I snorted at this one.
Surely, I wasn’t just drunk posing and there are more pics of me with you guys from last weekend, right?
3 months ago · 45 notes
I Make Salsa Fresh
I arrived in the city on no sleep and to my phone going off with messages where my email was hacked, so that was fun.
Six bitches in one tiny Holiday Inn Express room. Girls don’t poop on vacation either in case you were wondering.
There was lots of vodka consumed between me and the other vodka loving sisters this weekend. Vodka in the morning, afternoon and a lot more in the evening, because that is how we roll or tumble and eventually fall.
The waitress at Snafu, the one who SHOULD NOT have been wearing shorts that tight or short, asked Ruth and Jill if I was mentally challenged. I’m not, it’s called vodka. But, I didn’t even find out until the next morning, so I couldn’t even play that angle up. I don’t know why I’m so proud of this, maybe because I just made Tweetup History.
People will stop, stare and laugh when your crew finally finds a suitable bush to play dead at in Central Park.
I never got my hot dog and that is a tragedy, but we did talk about vagina a lot.
I don’t know how many people I actually said this to on Saturday night, am I everything you hoped I’d be?
I just quit trying to taking photos, so if you have photos of me please, please send them to me at Edgellace at the gmail. I need to monitor/contain images that might hurt my future presidential campaign. LOLJK, I’m already the president of Trainwreck at a Tweetup, true story. If I hearted a picture post of me in it I already did the creeper right click save.
Sunday morning that awful feeling slipped in where you realize that it’s almost over and goodbyes are coming. The closer I got to the airport the more upset I was getting, needless to say some parents removed themselves and their kids away from my ass while we were waiting to board. It was not pretty, I might have looked like a strung out vodka addict needing a fix.
I can’t wait to have more fun times at CHSH in less than two months. There will be tattoos, vodka, laughs and me being a trainwreck, I will out Ruth, Ruth again.
3 months ago · 65 notes
I didn’t take hardly any photos this weekend, because they all looked blurry thanks to my vodka goggles.
But I did get these before I gave up and went for more vodka.
3 months ago · 72 notes
Because it’s a unwritten Snark-rule that *everyone* has a photo with edgellace, here’s mine!
Amanda makes the most awesome poses & faces for pics, and it seems like no two photo-poses are the same …it’s like Snowflakes! :D
I’m special, just ask the waitress from Snafu…
looky!! it’s edgellace & some ugly broad!
I really need to start a blog of nothing but the faces of Ace.
Amanda with Straw
I didn’t take that many pictures and I’m ok with that. I was in a few pictures and this was a good one.
I’d totally take blurry me to pound town.
My yeti twin.
Hello vodka eyes and another photo I forgot about posing for.
How fucking drunk was I?
amanda and i practicing our duckface. she had a flask in her purse. she wins the tweetup.
This might be one of my top fave pics from this weekend. It made me snort.
Amanda and I tried to make this super sexy. She’s a tweet up champion. Purse flask.
I’ve got creeper eyes, but there was magic between us, boob magic.
Also, she’s adorable in real life.
Look how cute Jordan is? And how beautiful my best friend is.
He isn’t scared of the purse vodka or vagina dinner talks, so he’s Vodka Girls approved.
Also, it wasn’t salsa…
Feed us. Or there will be trouble.
We are some vodka loving whores.
The Holiday Inn Express is totally gonna kick us out because they can’t handle our room of awesome.
3 months ago · 125 notes
New geeky Tweetup accessory arrived today just in time for Snark. You know in case I get to drunk to remember my name when I’m dancing and random strangers come up to twirl me, at least this time they’ll know I’m from the Internet.
I just started packing, I don’t even know who I am right now. I think Jessica might still be in shock.
I’m fighting my emo super hard, but that pack of cookies a client gave me today didn’t stand a chance. Eating my emo since forever and that is why I have a fupa.
Seeing my friends is always a perfect dose of medicine. Plus, most have seen me cry and are equipped to handle my messy ass and that is why they’re my friends.
See you tomorrow assholes, I need to finish packing.
XOXO
3 months ago · 50 notes
