pictards
Most obnoxious pictures ever, too.
There was this hotel shindig.
And we did some reading.
of which butters strongly advocated.
And I was all like, I doubt i'm going to remember any of this night. And I was correct.
After reading it was bonding time.
Bonding with the floor time.
And then this sassy motherfucker shows up.
Speaking of sassy.
Some more sassy ladies showed up.
And alot of us figured things couldn't get any gayer.
well
We were sorta wrong.
The night ended on a note I will never rememeber, save for these crappy photos. And even those aren't doing much to jog my injured memory.
The next weekend ended up being alot more tame, albiet fun.
My hatred and animosity for IHOP is undying.
Sean puts a hat on and somehow physically regresses 10 years. Awesome.
Butters on the other hand... his mental age is more of a lost cause.
We proceeded to drive from diner to diner
As another GOD DAMN SNOWSTORM raged on.
And white alps, unlike Ihop, was all decked out for Valentine's.
We watched A Goofy Movie at Mike's house, and I forgot how awesome it was. There was also some hardcore redecorating going on, so they still have this dumpster outside.
What else could follow except for
Bowling. Standard bowling until 10pm or something hit, and then (SHEEEIT SON!) it was cosmic.
More like ripoff.
Because they charged us 40 dolla extra.
lekfjdlkfja9oeiflksjdflkja
So seamus is now a whopping 8 months of age and he's really starting to blossom. By blossom, I mean grow. And by grow, I mean turn into a horse. My mom is 5'9, for further reference.
And Valentine's day was awesome. Even the weather was acting decent.
And then came the weekend.
I decided to throw some sort of 70's themed ordeal. And despite the fact that only 40% of the party guests dressed up (assholes), and I don't rememeber most of the night, it ruled.
vic's dad stopped by. Quite the highlight.
Did I mention that there were polaroids? I don't have a scanner, so these all probably look pretty crappy.
Anyways. I might scan them later at someone's house.
The morning following:
Found Vadim at his most demure
And Vic at his classiest.
And the second night sucked.
It's been so cold and boring.
But every weekend just gets more and more ridiculous.
Well at least I can tell that:
Spring is finally coming. The skies are getting prettier.
Or... something.
BYE.
There was this hotel shindig.
And we did some reading.
of which butters strongly advocated.
And I was all like, I doubt i'm going to remember any of this night. And I was correct.
After reading it was bonding time.
Bonding with the floor time.
And then this sassy motherfucker shows up.
Speaking of sassy.
Some more sassy ladies showed up.
And alot of us figured things couldn't get any gayer.
well
We were sorta wrong.
The night ended on a note I will never rememeber, save for these crappy photos. And even those aren't doing much to jog my injured memory.
The next weekend ended up being alot more tame, albiet fun.
My hatred and animosity for IHOP is undying.
Sean puts a hat on and somehow physically regresses 10 years. Awesome.
Butters on the other hand... his mental age is more of a lost cause.
We proceeded to drive from diner to diner
As another GOD DAMN SNOWSTORM raged on.
And white alps, unlike Ihop, was all decked out for Valentine's.
We watched A Goofy Movie at Mike's house, and I forgot how awesome it was. There was also some hardcore redecorating going on, so they still have this dumpster outside.
What else could follow except for
Bowling. Standard bowling until 10pm or something hit, and then (SHEEEIT SON!) it was cosmic.
More like ripoff.
Because they charged us 40 dolla extra.
lekfjdlkfja9oeiflksjdflkja
So seamus is now a whopping 8 months of age and he's really starting to blossom. By blossom, I mean grow. And by grow, I mean turn into a horse. My mom is 5'9, for further reference.
And Valentine's day was awesome. Even the weather was acting decent.
And then came the weekend.
I decided to throw some sort of 70's themed ordeal. And despite the fact that only 40% of the party guests dressed up (assholes), and I don't rememeber most of the night, it ruled.
vic's dad stopped by. Quite the highlight.
Did I mention that there were polaroids? I don't have a scanner, so these all probably look pretty crappy.
Anyways. I might scan them later at someone's house.
The morning following:
Found Vadim at his most demure
And Vic at his classiest.
And the second night sucked.
It's been so cold and boring.
But every weekend just gets more and more ridiculous.
Well at least I can tell that:
Spring is finally coming. The skies are getting prettier.
Or... something.
BYE.