Do you really even need a story? Do you even need to know that
Cassandra flew all the way across the country to hang out with a bunch of Polaroid nerds she'd never met before? That despite getting in a fender bender, getting quasi-bad directions to the Headlands, and being shoved in to the deep end of a 40+ person Freak Out, she hung tough and vamped her way through the weekend?
Or does this picture just say it all?
