I Wowch, You Wowch, We All Wowch

BACK IN AUGUST, MAX & MATT GATHERED US ALL TOGETHER, LACQUERED US IN BEER AND VODKA, DRESSED US IN WOWCH SHIRTS AND FLASHED BRIGHT AND REPETITIVE LIGHTS IN OUR EYES WHILE THEY TOOK PICTURES. IT WAS BRUTALLY HOT, JUST BRUTAL, AND I SERIOUSLY QUESTIONED THE TACOS I ATE EARLIER, A FACT THAT I THINK SHOWS ON MY BELEAGUERED AND SWEATY FACE. IN THE HUMID FUN, BOOKSHELVES WERE ALMOST OVERTURNED, I-POD DJ’s OVERRULED AND THINGS GENERALLY WENT WITH THE TYPE OF OVER-ENTHUSED AND SLOPPY DISREGARD THE WOWCH NAME HAS COME TO TYPIFY. THEN, IN A FINAL BURST OF BELLIGERENT ENERGY, A BOOZY VITO ROCCOFORTE DID PUSH-UPS AND BROUGHT THE DISORDERLY FESTIVITIES TO AN END. AH WOWCH.


 
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