last night started innocently enough with a small gathering of english students over at helana’s house. helana was born to host parties. homemade pizzas, lots of beer, olive spread bread snacks, dips, tricks … top notch.

she even provided me with a costume.

with helana’s expert makeup work, daniel’s 70s purple suit, and chicago mel on hair dye, i went from lame guy with no costume to lame guy with great costume. as helana put it, “yes, you are pathetic, but that’s why i’m here.”

indeed.

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when daniel and i left for carlotta street, shit got out of hand quickly. my favorite images of the night, followed by the gallery sea …

coupla mavricks:

his coustume was called “america!”:

this one may be my favorite photo i’ve ever taken. that’s nacho libre going full on ball grab in front of a performing folk singer:

and the rest … there’s actually three pages of gallery photos, so check ‘em all out. there’s some hysterical shit in there. think 10,000 drunk college kids in costumes. unbelievable.

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i saw two students there. the first one looked at me for at least 45 seconds before she said, ‘is it my teacher?’ the second one walked right up, shook my hand and said, ‘hi mr. casper.’

strangely lovely night.