My biggest regret about this past cyclonic weekend was that I didn't attend more of the events and that I didn't ask to have more pictures taken. They say hindsight is 20/20 but those people obviously didn't consume 75% of the previous days caloric intake in vodka. What did I do then? Lets take a look, shall we.
::Recovered Forensic Evidence::
Before this was taken I had discovered that the back bar only served beer in plastic squeeze bottles. I can put up with inferior beer as long as it's served out of a container that can double as an improvised weapon. Thank god Nataskaput steered me towards civilization. Two hours later I was trying to scoop the letters from Sparky's menu into my hand because they were sliding off the table.
Hey look, I made it to Prom. Lookin' sharp kid!
Alright, I did some dancing... and more drinking!
OK, looks like I'm ditching the social crutches and gonna slip on my flying shoes. Tear it up!
Oh hell yeah dancing fool!
Upon closer inspection...
wow... just put the damn thing down for a minute.
My name is James Bond, James... Bond...
(misquoted on purpose, anybody... anybody...?)
At least one picture is a keeper.
It was great to meet everyone, albeit briefly. The other highlights of this past weekend were the ride down and catching up with some of my non-site friends. I could fill the rest of this entry with the brilliance that is Nixon and Desidia but some things are best left between friends.
I will leave you with this however, when we finally make it to 2012 and discover that time traveling Trodons have devoured the invading creationist space horde only to unleash an even more terrifying army of alien ghost sharks, I'll be saddling up on a dolphin and launching myself into a black hole.
::Recovered Forensic Evidence::
Before this was taken I had discovered that the back bar only served beer in plastic squeeze bottles. I can put up with inferior beer as long as it's served out of a container that can double as an improvised weapon. Thank god Nataskaput steered me towards civilization. Two hours later I was trying to scoop the letters from Sparky's menu into my hand because they were sliding off the table.
Hey look, I made it to Prom. Lookin' sharp kid!
Alright, I did some dancing... and more drinking!
OK, looks like I'm ditching the social crutches and gonna slip on my flying shoes. Tear it up!
Oh hell yeah dancing fool!
Upon closer inspection...
wow... just put the damn thing down for a minute.
My name is James Bond, James... Bond...
(misquoted on purpose, anybody... anybody...?)
At least one picture is a keeper.
It was great to meet everyone, albeit briefly. The other highlights of this past weekend were the ride down and catching up with some of my non-site friends. I could fill the rest of this entry with the brilliance that is Nixon and Desidia but some things are best left between friends.
I will leave you with this however, when we finally make it to 2012 and discover that time traveling Trodons have devoured the invading creationist space horde only to unleash an even more terrifying army of alien ghost sharks, I'll be saddling up on a dolphin and launching myself into a black hole.
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obelisk:
Damn, nice jacket! Hopefully I'll make it to the river, though a river of booze might just have to do.
mikael:
dude, wanna jam sometime?