Last night was the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald party.
It was about being nautical.
About yelling Happy New Year and singing Auld Lang Syne.
It was about who could make the biggest paper airplane.
And dancing in the dark.
And breaking up.
And Ben Franklin. But everything is about Ben Franklin, yes?
(More pictures on my flickr, you know about it)
There was also a late night slew of text messages, sorry if you got some.
p.s. A, every picture I took of you is Very Bad. Sorry.
I'M PRETTY SURE THIS REALLY HAPPENED
Sunday, November 11, 2007
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