At work this morning I asked my intern how his weekend was. Yes, his weekend. Today is Friday. Where the hell has my mind gone? Yesterday could have contributed to it. After a long day of shooting (film). 6am-7pm. I visited my buddies place. Where they were already drunk and the remnant's of Thai food was sprawled about. After a quick attempt at Zoolander, soft packs came out, and a "!*^#@" war ensued. Max might still have bruises. Or be deaf.
This whole evening was intermixed with viewing old photos of eachother. Just like last night, I know in 10 years im going to look at pictures of myself and wonder what the hell I was thinking. Embarrassment. Blah. I may also be looking back to those pictures wondering where everyone has gone, and missing when this is what weeknights were made of.
ps- justin was/is adorable