Wednesday, August 01, 2007

RIP Hamilton, RIP Van Winkle

something happens when you spend almost every weekend on the road. little things in your life somehow fall through the cracks. imperceptible cracks, until you've realized, "hey, i think i've lost something." or that feeling you inevitably have every time you travel - you're certain you've forgotten something.

that something ended up being the HBCC. not just the HBCC. my entire life looks something like Orachard street did just yesterday:
(don't fret handsome, they're just filming one of them motion picture things)

But yeah, the HBCC sorta took a nosedive. there was all sorts of funny stuff when we were in the same city hanging out. (well, at least to us there was) now there's funny stuff, but it's just over IM. probably not a bad idea to start posting some of those IM conversations just for the F of it. butt....maybe not

not only has traveling occupied a huge chunk of my time, but my love of kickball has eaten just about the rest of it. we put together a great team of kids to play in a tournament in the home of Freedom, aka DC, and we represented our country and the NYC in fine fashion. that's all i'm really gonna get into right now, but here's a photo of what went on...
(not really handsome, but its our blog and i'll brag about made up stuff if i want to, yeah?)

my parents came to visit the city one weekend. here's a photo of my mom with a storm trooper nerd:
(she was mortified, but i knew a good photo opp when i saw it)

made the trip to Portland a few weeks back. it's beautiful out there and the city has a really great vibe, with cool people and lush greenery, golf courses, mountains, all that shit you don't get here in NYC. something like this...
(we should get out to play golf some time handsome)

and then there's LA county...
burning brightly on the coast. your new home. Annie from OK's summer intern spot. for some reason i just can't seem to get it out of my head: all the good times out in LA county. the beaches, the food, the palm trees, the vader, the women...oh ma god, let me tell you the women. let's just say, i won't go in-to the details. the hot tub, the cubans, the vader, the beer, the eddy, the hollywood, the jimi tapes, the "you could be mine" trips through the corridor

its been all too much. too much to put into words and way too much to write on the blog. it's all a bit overwhelming really. maybe some day i'll get better at this blogging thing and write more frequently about all the cool stuff that happens to me, as it happens. but for now i've done a shite job and all i can do is sit back and think about it.

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