The evening started out pretty normal. I headed into the city to meet up with my buds, for dinner at the Continental. I already told you guys what an amazing night this was for me...best friends, lots of fancy boozes, yum food, what else do you need?
We sang Happy Birthday to Katie, who turned 31 just yesterday.
btdub, I hope you had an awesome birthday Kate!
then after blowing out her candles, I headed to the ladies room...
when, according to Urban Dictionary dot com, I was Photojacked. I left my camera at the table and didn't, until a few days later, find this gem uploading.
My friends are effing weird. And I love em.
Meanwhile, half of us decided to make it a late night and head out to an Irish pub...because as a wise man once said, I've never met an Irish pub I didn't like. Wait, there was no wise man. I said that. And I meant it. So anyway, after handing my expensive camera over to a drunken Irishman to take our picture fifteen times, these were the results. Now keep in mind, I don't look at my pictures after taking them....ever. I like the surprise. So imagine that surprise when I realize that, according to Urban Dictionary dot dom, I'd been Photobombed.
Oh the peace sign and duck lips. Even better.
Well now you just look like an idiot. You can hear the "derrrrr" coming out of her mouth, can't you?
So listen girlie, if you're out there in your sequin trim tank reading my blog (very high possibility, right guys?), I'm not a fan of you ruining my pictures. I prefer to ruin my own pictures with things like leaning over and backwards in an attempt to be the same height as my shorty friends only to showcase my chin region to the world. So for fecks sake lady, the next time you see me taking pictures in the middle of an irish bar, keep your peace signs to yourself. Wait...is she giving me bunny ears? Well that changes everything. Now I'm pissed.
UPDATE: Thanks to the anonymi tipsters, I found out that this was no innocent case of bunny ears. This b was being straight up rude. So I took it to the Shannanigans FB page, where it was suggested that she was giving us the European equivalent of the finger...or she was slow on the draw in giving the crude fingers-over-the-mouth, vag symbol thing. You know what I mean...Anyway, I'm making it my personal mission to spend my weekends in irish pubs in the city of Philadelphia hunting this girl down to publicly shame her. You with me?