Some more photos from last Sunday. These were shot on the back “porch” of RadioRadio for the We Were Promised Jetpacks show.

More at my Flickr set, “Epic Weekend #985231495.”

This was a pretty hazy night, especially for a Sunday — one of those where you wake up and hope to God you didn’t say something too inappropriate (or, in my case, more inappropriate than people expect).

Also? After the Matt Wilson drunk dial incident? I’m always fearful of going Cathy-Comic after I’ve had a couple. [AAAACK!] I’m having these Morning-Afters, these faintly-remembered conversations wherein people (cough Dodge cough) are patching up my self-esteem. ["You are NOT revolting." "Guys DO want to make out with you."]

See, sometimes I tend to project myself like this:

When really, on the interior, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO MEN, I’m TOTALLY this:

Which, yeah-yeah, I’m working on. But I don’t want YOU to know that. [She writes, in her BLOG.]

I know the easy-peasy solution is to PUT DOWN THE WINE, but psh, do you know me AT ALL? I need a little help, some people to hold me accountable. So? PACT: If I go Cathy-Comic after a few brewskis? Just slap me upside the head and tell me to stop. Deal? Deal.