This is what happens when you start drinking at 2pm and go until 11.

This is very possibly my favorite picture of Spencer Smith ever. Except maybe the one in my icon. Between the two, I dunno, it's a close call.





In other news, I drank for about 9 hours today and it was fabulous and also lovely. I love everyone at Whiskey Brooklyn and intend to go back for as long as my liver can possibly stand. cathybites and honeymull were lovely companions with whom I spent NOT ENOUGH TIME, and Liz, Juliet, Shubha, and eventually Judy rounded out the awesome time I had. I really wish honeymull didn't have to go back to Chicago so soon because I have ALL THE FUN when I spend time with her. She sympathizes, and makes fun, and talks about Panic! At The Disco with me, and then also collaborates on crack AU fic where the horrid band Coldplay ceases to exist!

*waits forever for this fic to actually be written*


ETA: LOL GUYS, despite how I sound in this lovefest of a post, I WAS STILL REALLY DRUNK. Ahahaha, when I woke up this morning I didn't even remember posting this until I saw the comment emails in my inbox. T_T