What is this? Where did all the palm trees go? AHA! I tricked you! I confronted (or at least heavily medicated myself enough to ignore) my fear of planes and headed to the land of home for a joyous week-long vacation in the land of Central Mass. So how does one kick off a trip home? Middle of the night mini-golf, of course!
My evil henchmen of the night - Leigh [Master of Golf], Carl [Master of Disaster], Nicole [New Skool Music Goddess], and Michelle [the Evil Twin].
One of the patented Leigh Looks - the "Giggle in Your General Direction"
Scene hat.
Oooo, arty...
Another patented Leigh Look - the "WTF are you talking about [version 1]"... collect them all!
Notice that Carl is nowhere near the green and is, in fact, almost in the road. This is because we rule at mini-golf.
Scene kids throw up gang signs. East Coast, hos.
Scene kids throw up gang signs, part deux (should that be 'duh'?) West Coast, bitches.
Patented Miss E Look - the 'Fuck Off, I'm ruling your face off at golfing'
Aw... aren't we cute? NOW BOW BEFORE US!!!!!!
Scene hats, part duh.
Caroline has a little Captain in her... vagina.
Patented Michelle Look - "Caught in Mid-sentence" and a bonus patented Leigh Look - "I'm trying to care"
OBEY ME, YOU PIECE OF SHIT GOLF BALL! I AM YOUR LORD AND MASTER!
We got balls.
The Patented Sisters' Look - the "Giggle at the havok we are wreaking"
Right as the ball came rocketing back at my head...
Yet another patented Leigh Look - the "trying not to laugh at how stupid Elissa is currently being."
The cave ate me... and gave me a mustache.
THEY HAVE A GO UP!!!!!
We rule your faces off. But all East Coasters (and newly added Midwesterners) need to move their lazy asses out here so I don't have to fly across the country.
Thank for emailing me the go up pics and the big photo booth collage, Leigh and Michelle! Now this page doesn't yell at you for being lazy anymore. Feel happiness.