Then there was Frank's 19th. Shout out to Frank, he's a pretty rad dude. His party was like one of those crazy high school parties where heaps of stuff gets trashed. I felt really old even though I'm not. That doesn't make much sense. Then Alex and I walked 3/4 of the way to my house, which was a mistake and I regretted later (it was a lo0o0o0o0o0ong way).
My outfit for the evening was a fairly gross silver lurex t-shirt dress over a black long sleeve shirt, black argyle tights and red socks. Needless to say walking home was tragic. Speaking of tragic, I still have reservations about metallic tights, especially white ones. I don't think that anyone can really pull that off, but hey, surprise me.