Last week, I didn't go to work past Tuesday. I, instead, hung out exclusively with people I like. Partially in a town I like. Partially at a concert I liked. Doing all that liking was scary.

Here are some photos.
I'm saying everything that I type right now in the back of my head as though I were Hank Hill.
That is also scary.
I do a terrible Hank Hill.

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These are pictures of me getting destroyed in the new expansion for Apples to Apples. By Kennedy. And Allison. Also... the comic book store that's on Biltmore (or Broadway? I can't ever remember which side of the street is called which thing unless I'm there) sucked. Except that they had Apples to Apples. You shouldn't work in a comic book store if you aren't well-acquainted with Bone.		And this... dammit... seems like there's always a picture of Bryan's ass whenever we take pictures of anything. And not to compare Brooke to Bryan's ass in any way whatsoever... but the picture of a person taking a picture of the person taking the picture of... Gay. Like Bryan's ass.
	Not that I have anything against gay people... Of course.
We kind of pushed it a little too close with the eating and missed half of the first song by The National. Which was annoying for me. But not as annoying as for other people. As far as I know. I had gotten the new album prior to the show, which made things much much better since they mostly played new stuff. Musically or whatever, they weren't extremely deep or cutting-edge, so knowing the songs helped a ton and made it a lot of fun. The dude can scream. I was surprised. Especially since I described the new record (multiple times) as perfect sitting-at-home-alone-on-the-couch-in-the-dark music. The lighting, however, was really really low... While I have a few photos, I couldn't even get the lighting up enough in Photoshop to make them worthwhile, so I will spare you.
And then the Arcade Fire... The setlist was really really good. Lots of new stuff, some old stuff... and very few slow sad-bastard songs. We were sitting right in the middle in the 2nd balcony row, which was ok for me, but not for those who require glasses. Nor, apparently, was it ok for my camera and my stupid shakey hands. Nothing really came out that great at all, but some of them at least weren't completely terrible...
	I can play a C-Major scale on all of the above instruments... Yes, I'm that amazing.	I like how the screaming guy is pretty much in focus. If everyone on stage would have just stayed still the entire time, all of my pictures would have been as amazing as my C-scales.
	<-- Ahhhh... young love... (Is that really two gay jokes in one post? Maybe I do have something against gay people, and I just don't know it.) hmmm... --> And why does everyone else look happy, and I look like a retard? There. I made fun of retarted people instead of gay people that time.

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And, lastly, here's the first encore song that Arcade Fire did. The girl sitting in front of me left for some reason, so I was able to jump down a row and use the balcony rail to hold the camera still.

Well... kind of still...

Labels: Allison, Brooke, concerts, Jen, Kennedy, music, Rob, Thomas

Another back-date... I wasn't sure if I was going to post these or not since I wasn't there... but I suppose I do know everyone, and it is pretty sweet that I came only 1 degree away from finishing a marathon... twice.
Oh yeah... since I had nothing to do with the photo-taking I did very little, if any, editing. Word.

Labels: Allison, Brooke, Jen

As I said... it snowed... Brooke didn't have to teach, and Allison got out of work, so I reckon that seemed like a good enough idea for a party. type thing. I didn't really plan on having any photos. But Bryan has this thing for my camera, so I ended up with almost 100 pictures. I edited as best I could. You're welcome.

What the fuck. Another party? Do you remember how drunk I was last night? You guys are ridiculous.	- Ok, fine... I'm in. - Holy shit. Why do I always get drug into this crap? You guys are lucky it's so damned cold in Boone.	A party? Can we make fun of Bryan when he inevitably does something ridiculous? I am so there.
Wait a minute... we weren't supposed to start drinking yet? What kind of "party" is this..... fuck it. We'll look cute anyway. Because Bryan handles that camera so well.	This is what happens when you get old. Getting drunk while playing a game is a nice side-effect. As opposed to the actual point of the game. Or, perhaps if I was more honest, playing a game is a side-effect of getting drunk. The point of this is simply that you no longer get to play "drinking games." Wow. I'm sorry you had to read that.	hmmm... yeah. fuck it. I'm out. Enjoy your bored games. Some of us have real jobs. Kind of. Losers.
Seriously. You guys are lame. I'm going to lick myself now.	Wow. What was that Dog's Eye View song called again? I hope no one gets that...	Hmmmm... Now how do I put things back together...
I know! I'll reach for something at the same time as the new girl and make her blush!	(See? That totally worked)	Oh yeah... Even *I'm* smiling... try to explain that away...
- I am so glad to be on the winning team... - And I can't believe you guys traded me and made me replace Brooke. This is bullshit. But this party is still too awesome to not smile.	This? This is Jen. We are snacking. (I didn't know you got the munchies from drinking)	Sadly, this is the only photographic evidence that Bryan even attended. Apart from the nine million photos he himself actually took.
Thomas knows something that I don't... those Chex Mix? I had no idea...	They make you fly.	I don't know how I survived that aerial assault. Nor how I managed to live through knowing that I caused all these people that I like that kind of mental anguish by making them sit around my house for that long. Only Brooke was the smart one. Maybe someone else can take care of this damned football thing that's coming up.

Labels: Allison, Brooke, bryan, Charlotte, Jen, Thomas