Before landing on this page, you and I were only separated by a mere three degrees. Now we can be one on the web. That's not the definition of technological singularity but it should be.
With this tumblog, I promise kittens and balls of yarn for the kittens to play with. There will be some making out and a lot of hand-holding. I hope that when you are lonely and lost on the outmost corners of the interweb, you can come here and find yrself and feel the good vibrations. You are special and no one can touch that!
Your Pal Mal
HEY! Let’s Rage
Hey Dudes,
Thanks for coming out last night and raging your faces off, seriously, it was retarded. A very special thanks to the person who went into the basement and shut off the main circuit breaker causing my favorite moment of the night - hundreds of people syncing to make their own beat with stomps and claps to continue the dancing. We had a really solid clean up crew of post party misfits who transformed the hell hole we created back into a place of worship within an hour. Overall the night was near flawless, this is the first morning after a party where I didn’t wake up swearing I would never throw another one. Thanks for coming out and maybe we’ll see you next year or new year’s, but hopefully neither.
<3
Mandie
Big, HUGE ups to Amanda for throwing the kind of costume party you see in big budget movies. You know, the over the moon reaching sort that make you say “That would never happen because 1. Who finds creepy churches to secure huge Halloween parties in? 2. Who gets away with throwing said parties in real life without the cops busting it in a hot minute? 2. There are way too many unbelievably attractive, cool, friendly party people at that party for it to be real 3. Everyone is in costume, let alone outrageous costumes, which is silly because there are always a bunch of goobers not secure enough with themselves to wear a costume.” YET somehow Amanda defied the odds and managed to pull off all of these dream-like things in the real world, here in New York.
*EDIT: I want to add in here that my personal favorite moment of the night was the prequel to the stomping phenomena, when the speakers went out for the first time and Matt, Zach and I orchestrated the dance room into a whopping round of “Celebrate Good Times”
