Were we ever so young?
I was getting ready in my bedroom this morning and I saw a multi-window picture frame that I had forgotten behind my full length mirror. "What a waste. Nobody has real pictures anymore. I don't have anything to put in there. I sure could use the $12 I spent on that right about now."
As I was walking out the door I saw a letter in my little mail slot (we are ghey) by the door. It was an "anytime" card from my mom, with an old picture of me and Mikayla inside. It was a few years old, from back when I had blond highlights (shiver)and Miki ate nothing but hot dog rolls. My moms gots real pictures.
If I were enterprising, I'd scan the pic, but I'm not so you're just going to have to come over. Bring cheese.
29 September 2006
28 September 2006
I am going to post something i wrote in an email to Jen that I thought was funny. Sorry, Jen.
Currently, I am crushless in both directions. It's sad, but also a relief. frees up a lot of brainspace for stuff like "What's for lunch?" and "career goals: let's think about making some" and "food you love vs. celebrities you'd like to bone: dudes from The Office (us) vs. various types of seafood". Tuna is losing.
I would love to go back to bed. I did commit to a rehearsal tonight, so I am going to do that. My priorities might be screwy, but I do the best I can. But after that: sleep. So hard.
I shouldn't have gotten up today.
Currently, I am crushless in both directions. It's sad, but also a relief. frees up a lot of brainspace for stuff like "What's for lunch?" and "career goals: let's think about making some" and "food you love vs. celebrities you'd like to bone: dudes from The Office (us) vs. various types of seafood". Tuna is losing.
I would love to go back to bed. I did commit to a rehearsal tonight, so I am going to do that. My priorities might be screwy, but I do the best I can. But after that: sleep. So hard.
I shouldn't have gotten up today.
27 September 2006
homesick
I have mentioned here before that my niece is a genius, right? She's won smart kid awards for writing and shit? She finally got an email address, so I can keep in touch with her better than just getting on the phone with her and having the "how's school?" "good." Pause. "I'm going to put my mom back on." -conversation.
Miki: I do like fall, but the winter is WAAAAY better. Snow is gorgeous, and what a coincidence! I look just like snow. Not in a literal sense, but....
Me: How do you look like snow? that you are gorgeous? and unique? That you need to be shoveled before anyone can get out of the driveway?
Miki: *hysterical laughter*
It's hard to convey how odd it is to communicate this way with someone you knew as a zygote.
I have mentioned here before that my niece is a genius, right? She's won smart kid awards for writing and shit? She finally got an email address, so I can keep in touch with her better than just getting on the phone with her and having the "how's school?" "good." Pause. "I'm going to put my mom back on." -conversation.
Miki: I do like fall, but the winter is WAAAAY better. Snow is gorgeous, and what a coincidence! I look just like snow. Not in a literal sense, but....
Me: How do you look like snow? that you are gorgeous? and unique? That you need to be shoveled before anyone can get out of the driveway?
Miki: *hysterical laughter*
It's hard to convey how odd it is to communicate this way with someone you knew as a zygote.
26 September 2006
so this is what's the volume knob is for
Complaints:
I've had "dance music" stuck in my brain for two days. There are far, far worse songs to have worming through your brain.
I don't get a raise until I get new responibilities. I don't have any responsibilities. I barely deserve the money I make for answering wrong numbers and fucking around on the internet all day. THAT doesn't stop my landlord from raising my rent.
I am at the very edge of starting to get sick. I am slightly fussy and achey with an insouciant hint of lemon zest.
Complaints:
I've had "dance music" stuck in my brain for two days. There are far, far worse songs to have worming through your brain.
I don't get a raise until I get new responibilities. I don't have any responsibilities. I barely deserve the money I make for answering wrong numbers and fucking around on the internet all day. THAT doesn't stop my landlord from raising my rent.
I am at the very edge of starting to get sick. I am slightly fussy and achey with an insouciant hint of lemon zest.
25 September 2006
I don't know from his music, but John Mayer's blog is not half bad. Dorky, honest and brief. I approve.
More photoblogging from the Lost Weekend
Sunday:
Crashed. Watched a marathon of The Office season 2 on dvd, followed by Cindee's celebrations at the House of Brews.
They had one of those crazytown NASA hand dryers in the b-room.
If someone offers you something called a "slider", um. They are delicious, but don't go crazy with them.
Then I went home and finished the crashing I started sunday morning. I am a little too into The Office (US) right now. I know a lot of people feel it pales in comparison to the original, but if you watch six straight hours of any tv show, you'll come to love it more than you should. Also, it's just such a good show.
Sunday:
Crashed. Watched a marathon of The Office season 2 on dvd, followed by Cindee's celebrations at the House of Brews.
They had one of those crazytown NASA hand dryers in the b-room.
If someone offers you something called a "slider", um. They are delicious, but don't go crazy with them.
Then I went home and finished the crashing I started sunday morning. I am a little too into The Office (US) right now. I know a lot of people feel it pales in comparison to the original, but if you watch six straight hours of any tv show, you'll come to love it more than you should. Also, it's just such a good show.
Having an average weekend
I had a very hectic couple of days last week. It was damned expensive, too. Here's a little photo-breakdown. I feel ike pics take the place of description, because I have lazybrain.
Here's a rare shot of me (wearing what looks like medical scrubs) with my cousin danny who was in town visiting a friend:
Later, he farted on my brother. Good times.
Friday
Will Nunz's birthday party (Will, center)
At Korova Milk bar
I got an Angel Reading from a girl at the bar. What is an Angel Reading? Exactly.
I would have taken more pics, but I was a little worse for wear. It took what felt like four hours to get home that night. I blame the L train.
Saturday
Oddbody rehearsal/photoshoot
I didn't take the pics, obviously, Tracey did. Don't mind the knees, she took them waist-uppy.
Later-birthday party for Matty Love (pictured right, with friend Pete)
Yay. That was fun.
I had a very hectic couple of days last week. It was damned expensive, too. Here's a little photo-breakdown. I feel ike pics take the place of description, because I have lazybrain.
Here's a rare shot of me (wearing what looks like medical scrubs) with my cousin danny who was in town visiting a friend:
Later, he farted on my brother. Good times.
Friday
Will Nunz's birthday party (Will, center)
At Korova Milk bar
I got an Angel Reading from a girl at the bar. What is an Angel Reading? Exactly.
I would have taken more pics, but I was a little worse for wear. It took what felt like four hours to get home that night. I blame the L train.
Saturday
Oddbody rehearsal/photoshoot
I didn't take the pics, obviously, Tracey did. Don't mind the knees, she took them waist-uppy.
Later-birthday party for Matty Love (pictured right, with friend Pete)
Yay. That was fun.
24 September 2006
21 September 2006
I had a poopie badbad show last night and my bag was stolen from the bar so now I am down a pair of black pants, my only comfortable shoes and the bag I bought in Ireland and while I was talking to a cute boy I brought my beer to my lips and MISSED MY MOUTH sealing my fate to live the rest of my days as a single, spunky loner. Oh well. I've had better nights, but I've certainly had worse.
I have to buy a costume for my show in october, and not to give anything away, but we play dead people. Ahem. It's an odd feeling looking for clothes I might be buried in. I think "Well, I like this one but they're not going to put me in black." "A sundress? Doubtful." Try it. It's trippy.
I have to buy a costume for my show in october, and not to give anything away, but we play dead people. Ahem. It's an odd feeling looking for clothes I might be buried in. I think "Well, I like this one but they're not going to put me in black." "A sundress? Doubtful." Try it. It's trippy.
20 September 2006
Aldo Kelrast!
Are you guys reading Mary Worth? (start and the bottom) Things have gotten a little crazy. Mary Worth has a stalker? And they had an intervention for him? In a comic strip? Wild. I guess maybe they always dealt with serious issues in the non animal type comic strips that I wasn't reading, but I always thought those were for old people OH MY GOD I AM AN OLD PERSON. Her stalker looks like Captain Kangaroo.
I thank the Comics Curmudgeon for scanning them in, so I don't have to actually read the paper.
EDIT:
I fixed the link. That little pringle has caused me so much trouble today!I also fixed the link in the post below. I have not been drinking. Seriously.
Are you guys reading Mary Worth? (start and the bottom) Things have gotten a little crazy. Mary Worth has a stalker? And they had an intervention for him? In a comic strip? Wild. I guess maybe they always dealt with serious issues in the non animal type comic strips that I wasn't reading, but I always thought those were for old people OH MY GOD I AM AN OLD PERSON. Her stalker looks like Captain Kangaroo.
I thank the Comics Curmudgeon for scanning them in, so I don't have to actually read the paper.
EDIT:
I fixed the link. That little pringle has caused me so much trouble today!I also fixed the link in the post below. I have not been drinking. Seriously.
19 September 2006
points for sarcasm
It took me 24 hours to figure it out! I saw this dude on the W train yesterday! Sweet mutherfux. He's hot up close.
I did the audition for Who wants to be a millionaire? (pop culture!) today. It was adorable. I passed the test and got interviewed. I don't expect a call, but I'm fine with that. I knew four people there, including my brother who pretty much has a lock on it.
Interviewer: Do the people in your office think your a freak for having so much pop culture knowledge?
Me: I prefer to think of it as a strong sense of admiration.
It took me 24 hours to figure it out! I saw this dude on the W train yesterday! Sweet mutherfux. He's hot up close.
I did the audition for Who wants to be a millionaire? (pop culture!) today. It was adorable. I passed the test and got interviewed. I don't expect a call, but I'm fine with that. I knew four people there, including my brother who pretty much has a lock on it.
Interviewer: Do the people in your office think your a freak for having so much pop culture knowledge?
Me: I prefer to think of it as a strong sense of admiration.
I'm having one of those days where I feel like every phone call and every voice I hear is like a poke with a cattle prod. I don't like it.
Here are some pics from the weekend.
Karaoke? Really?
Drunk and goofy? What a shocker.
Bad attempt at artistic? Who are you?
I didn't take very many pics than that.
I have an audition today for "Who want to be a millionaire?" because my life is random.
Here are some pics from the weekend.
Karaoke? Really?
Drunk and goofy? What a shocker.
Bad attempt at artistic? Who are you?
I didn't take very many pics than that.
I have an audition today for "Who want to be a millionaire?" because my life is random.
18 September 2006
Happy Birthday, My Mommy.
Shs is the big 6-0 today, bless her soul. And honestly looks 10-15 years younger. Good on ya, Susie.
I took pics this weekend but haven't uploaded them yet. Maybe tonight. I don't like to let them pile up on my camera.
At some point this week I am being moved down to another floor on a more permanent basis. I was down there for a few weeks last month. There is so much nothing to do down there. Sigh. When I started here I made a point not to put anything personal on my desk in that asshole way, like, "I don't really work here. If I need to go, I can just get up and leave. I don't want these people knowing any more about me than they need to." But looking at my desk, it has filled up with one hundred tiny pieces of bullshit that I have collected and tucked into corners. One part of my desk is one of those grid-type shelving things with 99 small slots for messages. I've tucked some small treasure into several of them, like a magpie. Buttons, small pieces of someone's silver plastic something that was perhaps hinged, a too-large beaded keychain that spells out my name, a small pile of nails, my friend Joe's business card and several small p-touch labels that spell out variations of "blargh" in different sizes and fonts from when I was teaching myself to use the labelmaker. Does it say something about me psychologically that I tried to organize that which was essentially garbage? I finally broke down and put up pictures of my sister's family, as well, 'cuz miki's a beaner and you can't look at her and not smile. Looking at my desk now, I'm going to actually need to do some cleaning up. It won't take too long, so I'll just wait and do it at the last minute.
Shs is the big 6-0 today, bless her soul. And honestly looks 10-15 years younger. Good on ya, Susie.
I took pics this weekend but haven't uploaded them yet. Maybe tonight. I don't like to let them pile up on my camera.
At some point this week I am being moved down to another floor on a more permanent basis. I was down there for a few weeks last month. There is so much nothing to do down there. Sigh. When I started here I made a point not to put anything personal on my desk in that asshole way, like, "I don't really work here. If I need to go, I can just get up and leave. I don't want these people knowing any more about me than they need to." But looking at my desk, it has filled up with one hundred tiny pieces of bullshit that I have collected and tucked into corners. One part of my desk is one of those grid-type shelving things with 99 small slots for messages. I've tucked some small treasure into several of them, like a magpie. Buttons, small pieces of someone's silver plastic something that was perhaps hinged, a too-large beaded keychain that spells out my name, a small pile of nails, my friend Joe's business card and several small p-touch labels that spell out variations of "blargh" in different sizes and fonts from when I was teaching myself to use the labelmaker. Does it say something about me psychologically that I tried to organize that which was essentially garbage? I finally broke down and put up pictures of my sister's family, as well, 'cuz miki's a beaner and you can't look at her and not smile. Looking at my desk now, I'm going to actually need to do some cleaning up. It won't take too long, so I'll just wait and do it at the last minute.
15 September 2006
I have succumbed to the draw of youtube
Youtube is my favorite show.
I don't have too much to talk about so instead I will share with you the wonder of Stairway to Stardom. It is a long island public access talent show from the early eighties. 100% awkward, hard-to-watch brilliance.
Please watch Hairdresser . . . Hairdresser and the worst WORST stand up in the world.
A lot of them are here, including Teen dancer Lola Perazzo performing
her "Thriller" routine, and ending it before the song is over*.
And please, take a shot of whiskey and watch a dramatic monologue with innappropriate background music from "Precious Taft".
*spoiler
Youtube is my favorite show.
I don't have too much to talk about so instead I will share with you the wonder of Stairway to Stardom. It is a long island public access talent show from the early eighties. 100% awkward, hard-to-watch brilliance.
Please watch Hairdresser . . . Hairdresser and the worst WORST stand up in the world.
A lot of them are here, including Teen dancer Lola Perazzo performing
her "Thriller" routine, and ending it before the song is over*.
And please, take a shot of whiskey and watch a dramatic monologue with innappropriate background music from "Precious Taft".
*spoiler
14 September 2006
13 September 2006
12 September 2006
I've had two awesome ideas in the past 24 hours.
1. Everytime I walk past a bakery I'm going to throw my voice and say "time to put the raisins in!" so the workers will put raisins in everything. (Last night on my way home this was the funniest thing I ever thought. I blame low blood sugar.)
2. If I ever become a streetwalker, I'd dress in a navy business suit with severe hair and I'd carry a briefcase. I think that would look funny.
Happy star wars on dvd day! Now you have something to keep your other six trilogy on video sets company.
1. Everytime I walk past a bakery I'm going to throw my voice and say "time to put the raisins in!" so the workers will put raisins in everything. (Last night on my way home this was the funniest thing I ever thought. I blame low blood sugar.)
2. If I ever become a streetwalker, I'd dress in a navy business suit with severe hair and I'd carry a briefcase. I think that would look funny.
Happy star wars on dvd day! Now you have something to keep your other six trilogy on video sets company.
11 September 2006
I took a walk down to the world trade center on my lunch break, because it seemed like I should. There are always a ton of people around, except today there were a lot more police barricades. I didn't get too close because I didn't want to end up getting herded into in some line that I couldn't get out of. On my way there I passed some girls wearing denim micro miniskirts and I "heart" NY halfshirts. On my way back I passed O'Hara's, which was packed with dress shirt-untucked FDNY. It felt a lot more like St. Patrick's Day than St Patrick's day did.
do i look fat in this picture of my sneakers?
I am a somewhat boring person, since after the show we went to on Saturday Tracey wanted to stay and "dance [her] face off" and I wanted to go home and watch bad late night tv. Saturdays after midnight are so best for bad television. Truthfully, though, I prefer the "stand around and talk for hours" to the "dance your face off", because I am much more comfortable with making and ass of myself verbally than physically. Also, I don't non-wedding dance that much. Also, some guy was taking pictures and I didn't want my "dangerous moves" to be captured forever some someone's website. Also: other things.
I keep having dreams that I work at the grocery store again. That was like, ten years ago? More? In the dreams I'm always an hour late and it's always awful.
Jerry Miller=money.
I am a somewhat boring person, since after the show we went to on Saturday Tracey wanted to stay and "dance [her] face off" and I wanted to go home and watch bad late night tv. Saturdays after midnight are so best for bad television. Truthfully, though, I prefer the "stand around and talk for hours" to the "dance your face off", because I am much more comfortable with making and ass of myself verbally than physically. Also, I don't non-wedding dance that much. Also, some guy was taking pictures and I didn't want my "dangerous moves" to be captured forever some someone's website. Also: other things.
I keep having dreams that I work at the grocery store again. That was like, ten years ago? More? In the dreams I'm always an hour late and it's always awful.
Jerry Miller=money.
08 September 2006
best new viral video.
(In case that doesn't work)
He took a picture of himself everyday for six years. It's pretty wild.
(In case that doesn't work)
He took a picture of himself everyday for six years. It's pretty wild.
Boring But True Facts
I haven't gotten a haircut since April. I have needed one since June.
I have spent today making up awful skeleton jokes and waiting for people to post nonsense for me to read on messagesboards/blogs. No one feels posty lately, i guess.
I'm not sure what I'm doing this weekend. Probably something.
When was the last time you went to a blockbuster? I imagine that inside they are completely dessimated, with flourescent lights hanging by a wire and flickering, garbage cans on fire with refugees to work the register. You can barter for your movie with dried beef and information from the outside.
My elbow stopped itching.
I haven't gotten a haircut since April. I have needed one since June.
I have spent today making up awful skeleton jokes and waiting for people to post nonsense for me to read on messagesboards/blogs. No one feels posty lately, i guess.
I'm not sure what I'm doing this weekend. Probably something.
When was the last time you went to a blockbuster? I imagine that inside they are completely dessimated, with flourescent lights hanging by a wire and flickering, garbage cans on fire with refugees to work the register. You can barter for your movie with dried beef and information from the outside.
My elbow stopped itching.
07 September 2006
06 September 2006
start at the end
mo: he really is
did you see the picture of him when he got sports jacket for brett's wedding
me: not yet
mo: r you still looking?
me: im there right now!
Sent at 1:50 PM on Wednesday
me: am i really going to read this whole thing?
i think so
mo: i think so too
i'm engrossed
Sent at 1:59 PM on Wednesday
mo: i'm in oct
me: me2
[off topic chatting about a song we can't find]
mo: i will find after january
december made me very blue
me: I STOPPED IN THE SAME PLACE
mo: we are same
i love that he has a friend named young
[conversation about the most hilarious last name for someone named "young". We give up after Love]
Mo and I have both spent the better part of the afternoon reading, talking and ksk-ing about a year following the breakup. I started at the beginning too, and left off around January of this year, so I don't even know if he's ok. (I am guessing he is.) It's a kind of weird, wonderful experience, because I can draw so many parallels, except he moved to Chicago instead on NY, and there seems to be much less animosity towards the ex. But we both went through ending engagements, (we even both kept the ring in the sock drawer) and found a new, positive social structure in an improv community. Our circles even kind of vaguely brush up against each other. It makes me think there were things I should have written about here, but didn't do it out of fear or making our mutual friends uncomfortable. Also, I knew he and possibly she both read this, and as vulnerable and low as I was back then I didn't want to show any more of my neck than I needed to. Plus, to be honest, back then a lot of it would have been pure venom*, and that's not me.
By the time I got around to finding the "Benzin Family" wall plaque (with his and my names on it and little hooks on the bottom, for expansion) that my mother had bought and then hid in a closet, even though I thought about blogging it I had kind of set a precedent of no ex-talk. (That is the f-ing grail, though, isn't it? What was she keeping it for?) Anyway, I'm at the point where it really doesn't matter anymore, and there's nothing to say. Which is a good thing. I've been on awesome dates and mediocre dates, I've crushed, I've been crushed, I've gotten to the point where I can talk civilly with him and have moved on in a real way. Not just by saying "I'm moving on" as a way to avoid dealing with it. I really have. My life is all hearts and rainbows and also unicorns. (Ok not true. but from time to time, my life is a dance party sponsored by Strawberry Pucker. I laugh a lot and make out sometimes, which is all I really want in life right now, anyway.)
*Edited to add:
Actually, I just remembered that I did write something vague and opaque about her in this once, right around when it happened and he asked me to take it down. I distinctly remember the congnitive dissonance of someone I was with for nine years protecting this other woman's feelings more than my own. Ack. I don't want to talk about this anymore. *This* is why I didn't blog about it, fer cry-eye.
mo: he really is
did you see the picture of him when he got sports jacket for brett's wedding
me: not yet
mo: r you still looking?
me: im there right now!
Sent at 1:50 PM on Wednesday
me: am i really going to read this whole thing?
i think so
mo: i think so too
i'm engrossed
Sent at 1:59 PM on Wednesday
mo: i'm in oct
me: me2
[off topic chatting about a song we can't find]
mo: i will find after january
december made me very blue
me: I STOPPED IN THE SAME PLACE
mo: we are same
i love that he has a friend named young
[conversation about the most hilarious last name for someone named "young". We give up after Love]
Mo and I have both spent the better part of the afternoon reading, talking and ksk-ing about a year following the breakup. I started at the beginning too, and left off around January of this year, so I don't even know if he's ok. (I am guessing he is.) It's a kind of weird, wonderful experience, because I can draw so many parallels, except he moved to Chicago instead on NY, and there seems to be much less animosity towards the ex. But we both went through ending engagements, (we even both kept the ring in the sock drawer) and found a new, positive social structure in an improv community. Our circles even kind of vaguely brush up against each other. It makes me think there were things I should have written about here, but didn't do it out of fear or making our mutual friends uncomfortable. Also, I knew he and possibly she both read this, and as vulnerable and low as I was back then I didn't want to show any more of my neck than I needed to. Plus, to be honest, back then a lot of it would have been pure venom*, and that's not me.
By the time I got around to finding the "Benzin Family" wall plaque (with his and my names on it and little hooks on the bottom, for expansion) that my mother had bought and then hid in a closet, even though I thought about blogging it I had kind of set a precedent of no ex-talk. (That is the f-ing grail, though, isn't it? What was she keeping it for?) Anyway, I'm at the point where it really doesn't matter anymore, and there's nothing to say. Which is a good thing. I've been on awesome dates and mediocre dates, I've crushed, I've been crushed, I've gotten to the point where I can talk civilly with him and have moved on in a real way. Not just by saying "I'm moving on" as a way to avoid dealing with it. I really have. My life is all hearts and rainbows and also unicorns. (Ok not true. but from time to time, my life is a dance party sponsored by Strawberry Pucker. I laugh a lot and make out sometimes, which is all I really want in life right now, anyway.)
*Edited to add:
Actually, I just remembered that I did write something vague and opaque about her in this once, right around when it happened and he asked me to take it down. I distinctly remember the congnitive dissonance of someone I was with for nine years protecting this other woman's feelings more than my own. Ack. I don't want to talk about this anymore. *This* is why I didn't blog about it, fer cry-eye.
05 September 2006
one music post
"Where have all the rude boys gone?" by ted leo and the pharmacists
yes. Thank you, Kristen.
Mc Paul Barman, no song in particular, just the hilarious ones.
I'll shove a rape whistle up the missus' va-jay-jay
Thanks you, Jeff and Rachel.
"True Dreams of Wichita"-soul coughing. Thank you, Heather and Kristen.
"overkill" Colin Hay. Thank you Rachel, for playing it in the car, and Colin, for playing it in that episode of scrubs I watched.
Also, I am just scratching the surface of Sarah Lane's radio show she sent me. We'll talk after I figure out what is wrong with my cd player.
I am currently gearing up for my new autumn mix. It's going to be so cold and leafy and blue and bright you will cry in your pants at the majesty of it all.
"Where have all the rude boys gone?" by ted leo and the pharmacists
yes. Thank you, Kristen.
Mc Paul Barman, no song in particular, just the hilarious ones.
I'll shove a rape whistle up the missus' va-jay-jay
Thanks you, Jeff and Rachel.
"True Dreams of Wichita"-soul coughing. Thank you, Heather and Kristen.
"overkill" Colin Hay. Thank you Rachel, for playing it in the car, and Colin, for playing it in that episode of scrubs I watched.
Also, I am just scratching the surface of Sarah Lane's radio show she sent me. We'll talk after I figure out what is wrong with my cd player.
I am currently gearing up for my new autumn mix. It's going to be so cold and leafy and blue and bright you will cry in your pants at the majesty of it all.
The more that I supposed for
The rest are in a set on my flickr page, so if you're interested, check em out.
For now, here are some pics I took that I like.
Lots of beer, lots of board games, lots of, "you know what we should do when it stops raining?" It was a beautiful place, truly truly beautiful. I had a great time. It's worth the money just those first few minutes when I got out of the car and smelled fresh air for the first time in months. Oh, and have you ever heard of this thing called "quiet"? They had a lot of it. I think they make it there. I slept like a stone.
I am struggling a little bit with admitting how many episodes of Scrubs I actually watched after I got home yesterday. Let us never speak of it again.
I've been told need to see Little Miss Sunshine. OkIwill.
The rest are in a set on my flickr page, so if you're interested, check em out.
For now, here are some pics I took that I like.
Lots of beer, lots of board games, lots of, "you know what we should do when it stops raining?" It was a beautiful place, truly truly beautiful. I had a great time. It's worth the money just those first few minutes when I got out of the car and smelled fresh air for the first time in months. Oh, and have you ever heard of this thing called "quiet"? They had a lot of it. I think they make it there. I slept like a stone.
I am struggling a little bit with admitting how many episodes of Scrubs I actually watched after I got home yesterday. Let us never speak of it again.
I've been told need to see Little Miss Sunshine. OkIwill.
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