"The Brief Love Affair Between My BFF and My BF," a pictoral essay by Melissa Herda-McKee

In hindsight, RayRay gave me early signs that she would be trying to take my man later that evening:Aw, the star glazed look of first love (WTF bitches?):

Drunken flirtations (thanks guys. right in front of my f-ing face. thanks):
Was something said? What went wrong? Did drunken lips speak slanderous words? What lead to this bitter end?And they're done. But not without whiskey soaked memories:

And of course, how could we forget, the post-breakup hook-up (Jason, you look so smug you dirty ménage à trois bastard):

As the BF would say, teh end: