red, white, and cumin

the fourth of july is the one day in the year tourists from all over the country storm the streets of Capitol Hill. as kevin (read about him here) sings in his second best song, "my city, my city, my home." as d.c. socialites, we daringly braved a night on the town, despite fears of encountering the paparazzi and our obsessive, violent fans.

mtv kept us in the studio late working on our title sequence (coming soon, but we'll include a sneak preview for our readers below), so we missed the fireworks viewing from our friends' rooftop soiree. when we got there, we stood in a corner of the rooftop deck, the potomac river breeze blowing through our hair, singing "all by myself..." quietly to ourselves. (what? nobody was talking to us. they weren't very pleased about the mtv camera crew following us everywhere)

sneak peak at our new title sequence we're working on with mtv.

then we did club drugs.

snorting cumin. please do not try this at home
(unless you want to be exactly like us).

cumin is one of the hottest club drugs on The Hill rite now. it was laced with a few other spices for an extra kick. in true d.c. style, madeline used her smarttrip to split lines for all the interns.

once we were loaded up like amy winehouse, we hit the clubs, obviously.

livin' at tropicalia with my bitches. 

kisses for katie from an adoring fan.

fans everywhere.

we soon grew fatigued by the normalcy of all those around us, their simple pleasures and vapid babblings.

"don't you think that it's boring how people talk

making smart with their words again, well, i'm bored."

-lorde

so we went home to blog. happy fourth of july.