When I’m feeling carefree I bring my old camera. It’s an old Canon with a shit lens that nobody can ever figure out but me. It’s a real gem and I don’t mind if it gets knocked around because I know that baby can handle me dancing the night away.
So we pulled up to this Halloween party. The place oozed with vibes. Sweet campfire smells, colored lights, and costumes were far and wide. Up on the deck, a pool with a fog machine. I hoped someone would fall in by the end of the night.
We danced and laughed and wrote on the walls. The night came to an end.
Between cocktails and the camera, I snapped a lot of shitty pictures. They're all winners. We had a blast and whoever said Georgetown can’t kick it has never met this crew.