On Leaving (But Not Really Leaving?!)

Four polaroids from my going away party that was both awesome and over-run with 55+ Brighton women wearing crop tops. I had no idea. Just super confronting.

Right now I am playing the waiting game. Kind of like that Simpson’s episode where Homer is waiting for the late night Mr Plow ad to come on and decides the waiting games sucks and wants to play Hungry Hungry Hippos.

Sadly, I do not own Hungry Hungry Hippos.