The weekend started early at Dragonfly. I liked the sad looking one. The other one was cockier than me, which in a girl can be a little scary.
Everyone in DC has a picture of this guy:
Insomnia led the way to a very romantic spot overlooking some Maryland farms on Saturday.
I threw a barbecue for 20 or so people on Sunday. The cops came – twice – in a case of mistaken identity (or something) that has increased my party legend status.
It’s safe to say that the headband is here to stay.
Insomnia’s ethnic footwear:
Sausage parties are so college.
And now time for a bonus picture that I don’t remember being taken: