B-Day B-Log

Was my birthday last Tuesday. Brought my new Digital point and shoot (thanks John, Ellen, Steve, Crissy, Felicia, Bryan and Maureen) along for the day, because I know that you would be dying to know what happened. I'm that important. I'm sorta like a better looking Britney Spears, with less babies and more crotch shots.

First I went skating with Taylor, Fletch and their buddy Jason. I'm old so I can't skate that long before I have to duck into the woods for a beer.



Fletch jumped on the grenade and rode in the back of the truck, thanks buddy.



Got home, showered, scrubbed my bricks and went back out the door for some sushi. Forgash made this sushi monster out of the left overs:



Then it was off to Club 21 for a birthday blowout. They even had birthday drink specials for me:



Sean Clair was there:



Adam Johnstoner was there:



Scotty was there:



Justin and Mike were there:



Big E was there:



And of course, the Fonz —I mean the Bobcat was there:



Thanks to Maureen for putting it all together and making it an awesome day, and to everyone who showed up that I didn't get photos of. Here is to another year on this god-for-saken rock.

Birthday Season

All them cold winter nights and drunken holiday gropings lead to a ton of late August/early September childrens. Starting about August 23rd it seems like there is a birthday damn near every day 'till mid-september ( I squeeze in there on Sept. 9th, so you still got a week to buy me something. Maybe a diamond encrusted diamond?) So here is a couple shots from a few birthday parties I've gone to as of late.

First was Andrew's 30th:





Then it was off to the Go-Kart track for Aaron Beams 420th month celebration:

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby—Digi, Digi, Digi...

So my birthday is coming up, and my totally awesome girlfriend got me a new point and shoot digital camera for the occasion. Got it a couple hours before work so I haven't been able to see what it can do, so all I can offer is what I came across at work.
It's photo is kinda weird when you think about it, 'cause it's the one night I don't work in the kitchen. Fuckin' trip out, man...

Been A Long Time

Been a crazy month. Moved to a new "loft" (very chic of me, huh?), went to vegas for Sherman's bachelor party, lot's of softball, Sherman's wedding, all kinds of shit. I finally have a "photo zone" (I'm using a lot of " " 's today), but being the lazy son-of-a-bitch I am, not one photo has been scanned. Here is some phone photos from sherman's bachelor party. I'll get on it soon.
I promise.
What?
I will.
shut up.

Started out with our own personal Melvins show:

Then it was off to Vegas for a whole lot of this:












And then back home:

Now You Did It...

You've probably been paddling out to surf this here interweb, hoping to drop into the tsunami that is Crappy Scans Of So-So Photos and get spit out of the green room that is my verbiage. Then you get here and say "Hey Chris, where is all the stories to go along with the photos?" Well, it's been to nice out to sit around and write, and besides I'm lazy.
Dont' look at me like that.
What?
You think you're better than me?
Son of a...

Little Old Japanese Ladies

This photo reminds me of a joke: How do you get a sweet little old lady to scream "Fuck!"? Get another sweet little old lady to yell "Bingo!"

Shoebacca

Been a while since I put something up. It's been to god-damned nice outside. Sitting around on the computer has been sounding as fun as getting a gonorrhea test just for the hell of it, here's an old photo of Forgash for you azz.