on tuesday we had a going-away-neighborhood-bbq for chad/melissa. chad decided to be a smart-fuck and get accepted to a pediatric residency all the way on the east coast. turns out the commute from the east coast to socal was a bit too much for him so now they’re moving.
the party started early and ended late as all good going away parties should. we played fierce croquet that was filled w/ plenty of drama while the girls played bocce ball.
i brought my camera and was determined to take photo after photo.
i managed to take a total of 4 shots.
this makes choosing which ones to put up on one’s blog super easy.
that’s chad in blue. nick and josh wore matching orange-gay-pride-shirts in a sign of solidarity for their unspoken love.
early on nick decided that whacking everyone else’s ball into the sand volleyball court was a super-fun-cool thing to do until he sent my ball flying through his freshly-opened bottle of beer. the explosion that occurred when my red ball flew through his beer was priceless, but not nearly as funny as when nick said, “oh fuck! who’s beer was that?!” yours dude. it was yours.
everyone brought their dogs out to enjoy the fun. this is nick and kim’s dog sammy. they tied her to some sort of bush. she was pissed.
i brought buster out to flirt w/ sammy and this photo shows the level of happiness and love that he had for being tied to the fence. can you feel it? i sure can.
there were pictures being taken all over the place by hanre and melissa so they should read this and send them to me.
onelonelysuccess: hey give me something to blog about yesisaworld: hmmmm…well the obvious choices would be paris or the sopranos, since that’s all anyone can talk about
onelonelysuccess: for sure
yesisaworld: and knowing you, i’m sure the idea of the new mac thingy that just came out would be a good topic…
onelonelysuccess: woohoo i love macs
yesisaworld: and there’s always room for more buster pictures
onelonelysuccess: oh yes…that’s a good idea
yesisaworld: but what i really think you should write about it rollerblades vs. biking and your thoughts on that
onelonelysuccess: do you know what the hardest part of rollerblading is?
yesisaworld: the stopping?
onelonelysuccess: nope.…telling your dad that you’re gay
yesisaworld: HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA
onelonelysuccess:
yesisaworld: that’s the best joke ever
onelonelysuccess: that’s an old joke from the day onelonelysuccess: ok so now this can be my blog post…phew….i was stressing out
so i know my blogging has been sparse lately. even when i do post, calling it anything but fluff is being overly kind.
trust that this trend isn’t because i have nothing going on, but that i have so much going on that the blog has become paralyzed.
i talked to stonebraker about it and he agreed that for the time being 1LS needs to become a glorified photoblog.
here’s a few random thoughts:
buster got chopped yesterday and i took it much worse than he did. the anesthsia made him all stupid and i blocked out all the reason and objectivity i’ve learned in school and worried about him nonstop until a friend of mine helped snap me out of it.
i was at subway today and this girl ordered one of the “subs that only has 6 grams of fat” but then she ordered extra cheese, avocado, dressing, oil/vinegar, etc. when she said she was glad her sandwich only had 6g of fat i looked at the “sandwich artist” with a look that said, ‘are you kidding me?’ i’m convinced that the general population is getting dicked by the fast food industries’ “low fat / 0 g of trans fat” ad campaigns. did i mention i’m reading fast food nation?
i cleaned out my closet this evening and got my snowboarding attire all organized for next season. does big bear have snow yet?
lately i’ve been spending a lot of time working on the website for leanne and brandon’s wedding. now that the website is finished, i’m all about writing the perfect best man’s toast.
when i woke up this morning i had that song, “total eclipse of the heart” stuck in my head.
all day i was trying to figure out why i was singing it non-stop and then i remembered this scene from the movie old school.
i promise not to use the eff-bomb in my toast.
oh and the wedding band in the movie is really “the dan band”. here’s the full version of the song:
a few weeks ago, i bought like 3 new pairs of flip-flops—2 pairs of the rubber variety and one nice pair of leather treads.
this became a necessity a few weeks prior when buster tore my previous pair to shreds.
i had been doing really well w/ keeping my new footwear out of buster’s reach and free from puppy-teeth-marks.
today, while i was having a video chat w/ stonebraker (everyone should own a mac) i looked down to find that my black flip-flops were no more. based on the level of destruction and the lack of debris, i can only assume that chatting w/ stonebraker threw buster into a jealous rage and he had no other outlet than to consume my shoes.
oh did i mention that buster is going in for neutering tomorrow?
i had been feeling really bad about sending him in for the nut-ectomy (that’s a medical term) but you know, those feelings have really subsided.
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