|This was obviously taken well BEFORE all hell broke loose.|
I refuse to wear regular clothing of course so I was clubbing in black hot pants, black transparent tights, knee high boots, and a teal silk steel boned corsets with my hair down and wild.
This is what I'm wearing when I waltz into the WH with my drunk friends (I mean I was drunk too so perhaps I shouldn't be so judge-y). Not only that, but I was bruised as all hell all over my neck and shoulder from my buddy Ink biting me with his full power. I loved it, but the waitress thought I was probably some kind of drunk, battered, Meth-ed out hooker on her mid-evening break.
Well, so much for being good cuz last night I was very, very, very, very, very bad.