Breakin' the law

This kid seemed really annoyed. Maybe he's upset because his parents dressed him up to look like a jack ass.

These kids were messing with that tree. I told Megan I would give her a dollar if she went and got the cops.

She said she didn't even need the dollar. The cop is behind the hippie blocking my picture.

Remember our friend Cash from the beach?

Here he is again showing off his break dancing skills (or is it skillz?).

And some Karate.

With kicks!

Our circle seems to have expanded...slightly.

Oh shizzle!

Ice cream social

Some newlyweds parked their Vibe next to my Vibe I think that equals a silver-double-magic-vibe. I sort of expected there to be a new mini Vibe between them when I got out of work.

This was to be the night of Mike Fest. Unfortunately, there was no need to use floatation devices to get into Megan's backyard.

Here is a not-so covert attempt at a picture of Megan's cleveage.

We decided that, maybe, the barbecue should be moved further from the house.

Someday people will think that we're adults.

Someday...

The following is like a flip book of Matt and Mike dancing, possibly to It Takes Two by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock or possibly to something by Metallica.





Nice nice.

Several attempts were made to start a fire. Nobody actually seemed to care. It was pretty warm out already.

Mathew was in very good form. This was just prior to the police stopping by for his tearful rendition of Purple Rain.

My Actual Camera

One benefit to using an actual camera is that it means there are plenty of high resolution pictures of myself.

Looking like a bad ass.

It really cuts down on the whole covert photo thing.

and people want to pose for the camera.

I think I'm going to make a fake press badge, so that I can go around snapping peoples pictures with less risk of getting beat up.

Anyway, if you hadn't gathered, this is Steve, Lexie and I at Nilknarf's (hey, I'm not the one who gave it the stupid name).

I met them after my 1 hour 45 minute phone date.

Lexington wanted to defeat Steve at arm wrestling. She was unsuccessful.

So I wrestled both of them.

and defeated them both.

Steve did not take this very well.

I would have tried to stop him...

But, I just take the pictures, I can't really get involved in things that I don't understand.

We eventually moved on to the Scoreboard where singing and dancing ensued.

This is an interpretive dance that Lexington was doing to Wonder Wall.

Which we put on, for the record.

The bartender was slightly less than amused.

Did I mention the benefits of the actualcam?

Last week in the promised land

Emily, Lexington, Stephen and I traveled north to Portland. (please pardon the lack of Lexington and myself in this picture)

We had made an agreement that we would each bring a CD for the car ride and that nobody could complain about the music (except me, because I am the driver and the driver has absolute power).

So we heard not a peep during my hour and a half mix CD of electrocrass.

We stopped at Pioneer Villa for lunch. Everyone was quite disappointed.

In Portland we went to Powell's Books. Powell's is too big so I had an anxiety attack and made us leave.

We went to Montage for dinner. Judging by the hordes of dressed up teenagers, I will venture a guess that it was prom night.

Our waitress made various tinfoil animals out of our leftovers.

Emily's was a whale. I think she won.

I will note that none of us had any plans to eat said leftovers, we just wanted our food wrapped into festive tinfoil animals.

Mary came out, briefly. I was very sad to see her go, she is doing some traveling and who knows when we will meet again.

When she does come back we have plans to start a gallery in Tivoli Village (the cutest town ever, if you didn't know).

At some bar; dancing was done to the stylings of a James Brown cover band.

Ping-pong, pool and foosball were played in a strangers basement.

Lexington and I were abandoned in said rec-room. We found our way home, sans travel companions.

The next morning we all went to The Screen Door, or possibly The Back Porch (or some similarly named restaurant) for brunch.

We waited half an hour for a table.

While we waited we sat in the spring time sun drinking coffee.

We sat at a table outside. Some parties had Bloody Marys, some had mimosas, I had coffee.

I had some sort of Mexican themed breakfast with eggs and beans and tortillas and salsa and some other stuff.

I don't know if you have picked up on how happy this breakfast made me.

The drive back to the Burg was long and tired.