at left please note the beautiful "Hartford Parties Harder" flexible bottle sleeve that someone brought with them to whatever bar it was that i was drinking three jack and cokes with lemon and a red bull. its that sort of commitment to consistent beverage temperature and city pride that the Hartford Party Starters' Union is increasingly famous for. more on them in a bit...ive said it before, and ill say it again, the best thing about being a "blogger" on a site about sucking at life is that the less you do, the more legit you are. look around here. we are sooo legit. too legit maybe? my shitty computer has not wanted to make love to the internets for months now, so all of my compulsive computing (ooooh you know, facebook, myspace, craigslist missed connections, adult friend finder, google imaging former lovers...) has mostly been done on grrrrl monster's computer when she forgets it in the living room. i promise i will try to get that thing back on line asapers so i can share all these camera phone pix i have of used condoms in gutters, discarded party size pizza boxes, and wrecked living rooms.
in the meantime, we're adding the hartford party starters to the blogs we read, (edit: we will soon) because theyve added us, and also because they are sort of awesome. theyve even invited us to post a bit, but im not sure that ill have much to contribute, as im way more of a party crasher than a starter. If the blogosphere was your first semester living in a dorm, they are the sexy senior boys that buy you keystone light, invite you over for beer pong, and tell you everything that's going on on campus and we are the friendly girls down the hall with plush bean bag for you to sit in and dish about that hook up with the president of phi beta alpha delta whatever. more simply put: they are the pregame, we are the hangover. also, no more college-life extended metaphors, i promise.
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