Newport Babes
Okay, so tonight, I was very sneaky. I plotted with my lover Brock to surprise my Em-Kitty by showing up at a birthday party for Shaun Ross. And let me tell you…she was surprised! So naturally we had silly fun with the camera. Trust me - there are certainly pictures we took that won’t be blogged! But here are some of the sexy shenanigans we got up to… (and oh yeah - apparantly we went to Barbados for a little while too)
“Peace in the Mid East, yo”
“It ain’t easy being hot…”
“Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s L…”
I love what tank tops do for my sweater kittens.
Keira: “Hey Em, is that Todd over there?”
Em: “Yeah.”
Keira: “Wanna go tempt him?”
Em: “Heck yeah!”
DJ Em-Kitty, spinning beats for the crowd. “Obviously…” “My name? What do you want it to be?”
More than Todd can handle…
“I miss you.”
P.S. Austin, click here.
You’re listening to: “California” by Phantom Planet from The OC Mix: Volume 1
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Hahahaha!
Oh Jenny Lewis….
Did you watch The Frug?
Did I ever. Why doesn’t she take her clothes off?
Jenny’s a classy lady. She likes to leave something to your disturbing imagination.
oh cruel world
THANK YOU, Keira! Pale IS the new tan, and we can say we knew it all along. I don’t care if people make fun of my ultrabrite printer paper legs, at least I don’t have cancer! My boyfriend Kevin is also an advocate of paleness, which doubles the fun. Ha ha!
Er, why were y’all posing in front of a painting of a beach?
It’s bloody 30 degrees out every day! Plenty of beaches!
-Randerous Anderous
Well, contrary to popular belief, the beaches you see around Vancouver aren’t actually beaches. Growing up on the Island, I know what a real beach is. Take Chesterman, for example. That’s a gorgeous plot of unspoiled land in God’s country. Kits “Beach,” on the other hand, is a strip of sand bordering a part of the city with nothing but icky brown water lapping up on it.
But to answer your question, it was just a fun slash ugly backdrop that we just HAD to have fun with…
*muah*
P.S. Plus it got me thinking of where me and Brock could go for our honeymoon. I don’t really care where…as long as it’s just the two of us. *sigh*
it really is weird… that you are now all about “the Brock” it actually scares me a bit.. have you been feeling OK lately?
I feel fine, great, fantabulous. How could I not be all about “the Brock?” He’s the cat’s pajamas, Ange.
And I’d like to see his pajamas.