"Drunk 9/11 Hippie Girl" Pays Tribute With Body Paint, Foam Finger (UPDATE)

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Every American offered remembrance to 9/11 in their own way. For many people, that was done in ways personal and private. Some folks, however, were a bit more vocal, such as this exuberant Phillies fan from tonight's 9-7 win over the Marlins. Tipster TJ alerted us to the above photo taken by his friend, who also offered up a firsthand account of (as he described her) "Drunk 9/11 Hippie Girl":

There's a hippie girl here, obviously drunk and cheering the game, wearing a bikini top with body paint that reads "9-11 Forever" and two stripes on her back representing the Twin Towers. Methinks a point has been missed.

If you've got any more info, operators are standing by.

UPDATE: Tipster Carl sends along the following photo, as he was seated directly next to Drunk 9/11 Hippie Girl. Here's his report:

I sat next to this moron tonight. At first I thought it was cute and funny... Then I realized how obnoxious human beings can be. Loud, shrill, childish.... it was like watching the game at the Chinatown bus station.


At the very least, we now get a sense of what appears to be some elaborate and plentiful stomach paint that reads GO PHILLIES! or something to that effect.


And tipster Scott M. sends along this report, which perhaps sheds a bit more light on Drunk 9/11 Hippie Girl's origin story:

After dropping my friends off from the Phillies game, I came home, hopped on my computer, and saw this story on your website about the girl who was sitting two rows in front of me with the ridiculous 9/11 paint on her back. I am happy to add more details for you because she completely ruined my expirence that night at the ball game. The first fact that needs to be exposed is that this girl was not attractive by any means. She had a noticable stomach and fat rolled over her too tight jean shorts. Trying to get on the big screen, she would stand up between innings, screaming very loudly, and shake her body (the only way to describe it), much to the shagrin of our section. The only people taking notice were fifty year old drunk men, taking pictures of her on their phones between innings. When she finally was leaving, my buddy told her that she looked awul and that painting "9/11..never forget" on her back was not the best tribute. She told my friend that someone in her family died from 9/11 and then shouted "fuck you" and stormed off.